“Must have been some one Gros knew,” said the guide to himself, as he still looked about sharply.
“Anything the matter, Melchior?” cried Saxe.
“No, sir, no. I was only trying to make out who was coming up this way.”
“Not a speck,” said Dale, rinsing his pan in the pure water.
“Will the herr try again?”
“No, not here,” replied Dale. “Let’s get on: I’m wasting time.”
“No,” said Melchior; “the herr is making his researches into the wonders of Nature. It cannot be waste of time.”
“Well, no, I suppose not, my man. It is all learning. But what was the mule whinnying about!”
“I don’t know,” replied the guide in a peculiar tone. “It seemed to me that some one he knew was following us.”
“What for?” said Dale.