“And what motive,” broke in the mountaineer, “can lead your worship to that fearful spot?”
“I have a question to ask,” answered Ordener.
The astonishment of his hosts grew with their curiosity.
“See here, stranger; you do not seem to be familiar with this part of the country. Your worship is doubtless mistaken; it cannot be to Walderhog that you wish to go.”
“Besides,” added the mountaineer, “if you want to speak with any human being, you will find none there.”
“None but the demon,” rejoined the woman.
“The demon! What demon?”
“Yes,” she added; “the one for whom the tomb sings and the dead dance.”
“Then you do not know, sir,” said the fisherman, dropping his voice and approaching Ordener,—“you do not know that Walderhog cave is the favorite abode of—”
The woman stopped him.