The proposal was agreed to, and after they had partaken of their homely breakfast, Andregg was questioned about the mule.
Oh yes, he was quite willing to lend it, for as many days or weeks as the herr liked.
“Then I’ll have it to carry our little tent, rugs and provisions. I promise you I will feed the animal well.”
“The herr need not trouble himself,” said Andregg; “Gros will feed himself.”
“Well, then, I will not work him too hard.”
“I am not afraid, herr,” said the sturdy grey-haired old Swiss, smiling; “he always lies down when he is tired.”
“Then I will not beat him.”
“No, herr,” said Andregg; “he will not let you.”
“Here, I want to see that mule!” cried Saxe.
“Oh yes, the young herr shall see him,” said the old Swiss; and he went to the door and uttered a peculiar jodel, which was answered directly by a horrible bray which Saxe recognised as the yell he had heard before he was awake.