"It's like an Arctic land outside. All footsteps, whether of men or horses, have been hidden by the snow. There is certainly no trail for us to follow."
"I know it, Weber, but it seems to me that Mademoiselle Lannes is calling to me. She tells me to bring her back."
The Alsatian glanced at John, but the young man's face was earnest. It was evident that he believed what he said.
"Mademoiselle Lannes may be calling to you," he said, "but how can you go, and where?"
"I don't know," repeated John obstinately, "but I mean to find her."
He walked irresolutely back and forth and his eye fell upon the register again. Certainly it had been moved once more. He had remembered just how it lay after he saw Weber's name there, and now it was turned much further to one side. He snatched up the candle and held it over the open pages. Then he saw written in a heavy hand just beneath Weber's name:
Prince Karl of Auersperg, Zillenstein, Tyrol.
Luitpold Helmuth Schwenenger, " "
Captain Max Sanger, Dantzig, Prussia.
Suite of His Highness, twenty persons.