"Allen, Grant - Miss Cayley's Adventures 05 - The Adenture of the Impromptu Mountaineer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Allen Grant)

--even when it pronounces sentence of exile.'

Would we walk a little way with him? No, I
faltered; we would not. We would follow him with
the opera-glasses and wave him farewell when he
reached the Kulm. He shook our hands unwillingly,
and turned up the little path, looking handsomer
than ever. It led ascending through a fir-wood to
the rock-strewn hillside.

Once, a quarter of an hour later, we caught a
glimpse of him near a sharp turn in the road; after
that we waited in vain, with our eyes fixed on the
Kulm; not a sign could we discern of him. At last
I grew anxious. 'He ought to be there,' I cried,
fuming.

'He ought,' Elsie answered.

I swept the slopes with the opera-glasses.
Anxiety and interest in him quickened my senses, I
suppose. 'Look, Elsie,' I burst out at last.
'Just take this glass and have a glance at those
birds, down the crag below the Kulm. Don't they
seem to be circling and behaving most oddly?'

Elsie gazed where I bid her. 'They're wheeling
round and round,' she answered, after a minute;
'and they certainly do look as if they were
screaming.'

'They seem to be frightened,' I suggested.

'It looks like it, Brownie,'

'Then he's fallen over a precipice!' I cried,
rising up; 'and he's lying there on a ledge by
their nest. Elsie, we must go to him!'

She clasped her hands and looked terrified. 'Oh,
Brownie, how dreadful!' she exclaimed. Her face
was deadly white. Mine burned like fire.

'Not a moment to lose!' I said, holding my
breath. 'Get out the rope and let us run to him!'

'Don't you think,' Elsie suggested, 'we had
better hurry down on our cycles to Lungern and call
some men from the village to help us? We are two
girls, and alone. What can we do to aid him?'