Another pressure, accompanied by an ill-suppressed sigh, decided him to wait patiently until this fresh fright should cease.
At last Spiagudry asked, in a stifled voice: “Well, master, what do you say now?”
“To what?” said Ordener.
“Yes, sir,” added the other, in the same tone; “I suppose you are sorry now that you came here?”
“No, indeed, my worthy guide; on the contrary, I hope to climb higher still. Why should you think that I am sorry?”
“What, sir, did you not see?”
“See! What?”
“You saw nothing?” repeated the honest keeper, with ever-increasing terror.
“Truly I did not,” impatiently answered Ordener; “I saw nothing, and I heard nothing but the sound of your teeth chattering with fright.”
“What! not behind that wall, in the shadow, those two flaming eyes, like comets, fixed directly upon us,—did you not see them?”