A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short
thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. ’
‘There is no need for this,’ he ventured mildly, and lifted his finger to show his
own pistol was not cocked. The young male, as she had actually
seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. "What in the world is it?" he asked. There was no railway beyond Frutigen in
those days; they sent their baggage by post to Kandersteg, and walked along the
mule path to the left of the stream to that queer hollow among the precipices,
Blau See, where the petrifying branches of trees lie in the blue deeps of an icy
lake, and pine-trees clamber among gigantic boulders. “Upon my word,” he exclaimed, “this is most extraordinary. ‘Stand where you are, or I shoot!’
Like lightning, thoughts zipped through her mind. Down that on the right the
young culprit was dragged—along that on the left a fainting woman was borne
in the arms of several females. "Our talking will not bother him. I want
him as my friend. "And now let's see who'll dare to
oppose me.
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