The Cockney began to rave with all his might.
Donald did not move a muscle.
The dear Londoner made the hills ring with the sound of his voice, but his guide gazed at him as calmly as Nature that surrounded them.
"Don't you hear anything?" cried the poor tourist.
Donald was not so silly as to fall into the trap. He feigned not to hear, and kept up his impassive expression.
The Cockney continued to howl.
"Shout louder," cried Donald; "I can hear nothing."
"It's wonderful; it is enough to take one's breath away. I never saw anything so remarkable in my life!"
And putting his hand in his pocket, he drew out a golden coin, and slipped it into Donald's hand.
This done, they left the marvel behind, and climbed to the summit of the Goatfell, the clever guide carefully picking out all the roughest paths, and doing his best to give his patient plenty of dangers for his money.