He could not refrain from saying the dear name over and over again, the name that was blessed by all.
“Speak it again, Dolly dear!” he exclaimed. “Say it again, that I may hear it once more.”
“New Switzerland!” laughed the girl, her eyes shining with happiness.
“New Switzerland!” Jenny repeated, holding Fritz’s hand in her own.
And there was not one of them, not even Bob, who did not echo it.
“Well, good people,” said Captain Harry Gould, “if we have made up our minds to go down to the foot of the mountain we have no time to lose.”
“What about eating?” John Block enquired. “And how are we to get food on the way?”
“In forty-eight hours we shall be at Rock Castle,” Frank declared.
“Besides,” Fritz said, “isn’t there any quantity of game on the plains of New Switzerland?”
“And how are you going to hunt it without guns?” Captain Gould enquired. “Clever as Fritz and Frank are, I hardly imagine that merely by pointing a stick——”