"No, sir," said both boys together.
"Yes, it is true, the hunters have told me so. If this chamois guard hears the slightest sound or discovers even a footprint, he at once gives an alarm. Away flees the herd in search of safety.
"But, dear me! it is growing late and you must be up early in the morning. Then you must show me your store of cheeses," he added, turning to Carl's mother. "The cows are looking fine; they must enjoy the pastures here. And now, good night. May you all sleep well in the care of the loving Father."
In a few minutes every one in the little cottage was resting quietly.
CHAPTER IV.
THE BRAVE ARCHER
It was a bright summer day. In the morning Carl's father had said to the boys: