"Pardon, your honor," answered the guide stolidly; "but she isn't used to the saddle. The girl's name is Ilka on the Hill-top. She is the best singer in all the valley."
"Ilka on the Hill-top! How—where does she live?"
"She lives on a farm called the Hill-top, a mile and a half from Mayrhofen."
"And the man who answered—is he her sweetheart?"
"Yes, your honor. They have grown up together, and they mean to marry some time, when they get money enough to buy out the old woman."
"And what did you say his name was?"
"Hänsel the Hunter. He is a garnet polisher by trade, because his father was that before him; but he is a good shot and likes roving in the woods better than polishing stones."
"Hm," grumbled Mr. Hahn, mounting with a prodigious effort.