“I calculate,” I remarked, “that we shall be there a little before one o’clock, provided we don’t dawdle.”
“The ‘mittagstisch’ will be just ready,” groaned Harris, “with possibly some of those little blue trout they catch about here. In Germany one never seems able to get away from food and drink. It is maddening!”
We pushed on, and in the beauty of the walk forgot our indignation. My estimate proved to be correct.
At a quarter to one, said Harris, who was leading:
“Here we are; I can see the summit.”
“Any sign of that restaurant?” said George.
“I don’t notice it,” replied Harris; “but it’s there, you may be sure; confound it!”
Five minutes later we stood upon the top. We looked north, south, east and west; then we looked at one another.
“Grand view, isn’t it?” said Harris.
“Magnificent,” I agreed.