Hans did so.
“And you saved my life?”
“That is little credit to me, Arnold. Some one else would have done so had I not.”
“But it is a credit to you. I have reason to love the name of Armstrong; it will be a name dearer to me now than ever.
“But, Hans, when I am strong enough I am going to return to that crevasse, and descend.”
“Indeed?”
“Yes, indeed, for there I must have dropped a gold locket, which contained a portrait of the girl I love.”
Ingomar smiled.
“Keep your mind easy,” he said. “I found the locket, and here it is. I did not open it—I deemed it sacred.”
“Oh, thanks! thanks!” he cried, taking the trinket, and with somewhat shaky hands succeeding in opening it.