In my dreams the Inca spared the Spaniard, so I was quite relieved.
CHAPTER XXV WE HAUNT THE WOODS
It seemed to me only five minutes before I heard someone whistling, "Early one morning and while the dew was shining," and there was my young master brushed and dressed and biting deep into a huge slice of bread and butter with yellow sugar on it, a dainty that the children often got from Bingi.
"Come on, Pony Boy, my dearest joy," he said, giving me a generous piece of his bread. "The quest is on."
I stepped out beside him. I shall never forget that particular early morning. I had never before seen the lake so lovely.
My young master, too, was admiring it. "Isn't that water exquisite, my Pony Prince?" he said. "Just like a dreamy big emerald set in a forest of green. Upon my word, when I got down to it in my bathing suit it was so beautiful that I could not go in. I turned back. I didn't feel I was a good enough boy."
This pleased me very much. What fine feeling for a lad!
"Now, Prince Fetlar," he went on, "I'm sorry that on this first morning of our search we have to turn our backs on the lake, but so it must be. Mothers first, lakes second. Here we go up Deer Trail," and he sprang in his own graceful way to my back.