This was brought, and the lad watched him, and saw that he was scanning the Blitzenhorn carefully.
“He means to try it, after all,” thought the boy, whose heart began to beat heavily.
“Fine day to-morrow, Melchior,” said Dale at last, as he closed the glass.
“Yes, herr, I think so; though one never knows what changes may come.”
“But it is pretty sure to be a good day!”
“Yes, herr.”
“Then we’ll start at three to ascend the Blitzenhorn, and I hope your prophecies will prove right.”
“I hope so, herr. Everything shall be ready. We’ll take the mule and tent?”
“No: we’ll go in light marching order, and chance it. Let’s get to bed at once, and start at two.”
“Good, herr. Coffee shall be ready at half-past one.”