The Crystal Hunters Part 65

"Yes, herr," said the guide, holding up the lanthorn, and making its light play in all directions, its rays flashing off the various facets in a way that displayed in some the beauty of their forms, and in others the limpid transparency of the stone,--"yes, herr: there are many mules'

burdens here. What will you do first?"

"Try to get off that one," cried Saxe, pointing. "It is the best here."

"They all seem best, Saxe," said Dale. "Yes, we will have that one, if it can be broken off without injury."

"There is a fine one here, herr," said the guide. "It must have fallen from the roof."

As he spoke he turned over a huge piece, after setting down the lanthorn, the light from which shot beneath it, and showed a rich purply-black stain, as the guide set the great hexagon up on end.

"Why, that is the finest I have seen," said Dale, growing quite excited over his discovery. "This and two or three more will be a load for the mule."

"Yes, herr, as many as we can get over the rocks with; but we can make many journeys backwards and forwards now we have found the place. But the herr will not take all away without sending word to Lucerne or Geneva?"

"You may trust me," said Dale. "I shall behave quite honourably to the Government, who will, I have no doubt, consent to my keeping some of them. Now, then: we shall have a long, slow journey back, with such a load. Try and strike off that small white piece."

The "small white piece" proved to be ten inches long and very heavy, when it had been dexterously struck off, without damaging any of its clearly-cut angles.

Two more very beautifully clear pieces were then selected, and then Dale looked questioningly at Melchior.

"If the mule carries the two largest pieces, herr," he said, smiling, "and we take one each, I think it will be all we can do. When we get lower down, on to the better way, the mule can carry all."

"Yes, we must not be too grasping," said Dale, with a sigh. "I wish, Saxe, I had all these over in England safe."

"I should like to have the whole grotto over there safe," replied Saxe.

"Better say the mountain while you are about it," cried Dale, with a laugh. "There, Melchior, try if you can get down that heavy piece."

"Yes, herr, easily done," said the guide; and, drawing up the rope, he made it fast to the largest crystal and carefully lowered it down.

"You must go down now and unfasten," said Dale. "I can lower the rest.

But what about the rope when we have done?"

For answer Melchior climbed up and loosened the rope, leaving only a loop over the spike. Then sliding down, he soon set the crystal free, and the others were lowered down. Dale and Saxe followed, and the rope was jerked off the spike and coiled up.

"The only way of locking up the door," said Saxe, laughing. "But, I say, these will be very heavy to carry back. What's the matter?" he continued, as he saw Dale looking at the fragments of broken rock sent down by Melchior.

"I was thinking that those pieces will tell tales," he said. "If any one comes up here, they will see we have been at work."

"Yes, herr, if any one comes by; but n.o.body is likely to come here."

"I suppose not," said Dale thoughtfully, after a look round.

"The herr forgets that we are now in the wildest part of this the most desolate of our cantons."

"Yes, I had forgotten," said Dale lightly. "No one is likely to come, unless it be one of your kobolds, Melchior."

"They will not come, herr, or they would have been here to protect their treasures," replied the guide, laughing, as he stooped and lifted the big crystal on to his shoulder; then took it off, and asked Saxe to place the coil of rope under it. "The stone is heavy," he said cheerfully. "Yes, that's it: now it will ride easily. I think, herr, if you take my ice-axe and give me another under this arm to balance it, I can get on well."

"But you are too heavily laden now, Melchior."

"Oh no, herr: I am a strong man. Give me the other."

It was handed to him.

"Now, can you carry the other three?"

"Oh yes--easily," cried Saxe, who took one of the largest. "'Tis heavy, though," he added to himself, as he felt the weight of the solid stone.

"Then these two are my load," said Dale, placing one under each arm as soon as he had thrust the ice-axe handles through his belt. "Ready?"

"Yes."

"Then off!"

They started, and but for the knowledge of the value of the load Saxe would gladly have freed himself of the burden by letting it fall on the stones. But these were the crystals of which Dale was in search, and as he saw that his companion was patiently plodding on and making his way over the sharp, rough ma.s.ses of stone with which the ravine was floored, he bent to his task patiently, though it seemed as though they would never reach the spot where the mule was tethered.

There he was though, at last, ready to whinny in welcome of their coming; but this glad greeting closed when Melchior's load was carefully balanced across his back, and the journey downward was very slowly and solemnly performed.

With the heaviest crystals safe on the mule's back, a redistribution took place, Melchior relieving Dale of his heaviest piece, and Dale exchanging his lighter one for Saxe's; and in this order the side of the glacier was descended, and they reached the camp hot, tired and hungry.

"Why, Saxe, we shall not want many loads like this," said Dale.

"No, herr," said Melchior, as the boy stood shaking his head. "You cannot take many away, unless we have a train of mules. Where will you have these placed?"

"Oh, just inside the tent for to-night. In the morning we must contrive some hiding-place for them, to which we can bring the rest; and when I have all I want we must bring mules here and remove them."

A good long look was taken at the various magnificent specimens before they were laid together. Then Melchior busied himself helping to prepare the meal; and very shortly after this was ended, watching being deemed unnecessary, the whole party were sleeping soundly, not one of them, after the heavy toil of the day, being startled by the loud squealing whinny given by the mule toward the middle of the night.

Saxe's sleep was almost dreamless till toward morning, when he became a little restless consequent upon imagining that he was engaged in a desperate encounter with a small round goblin, who was about the size of a baby, but seemed to have the strength of an elephant. He walked in at the tent door, and informed Saxe that he had come to fetch the crystals stolen from his storehouse that day; and upon Saxe refusing to give them up, a desperate encounter took place--a fight which had no beginning and no end, finishing off, as it were, in a mist, out of which he started to hear the sound of wood crackling, and to find that it was day.

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE.

IN DESPERATION.

The faint grey dawn lit up the canvas of the tent and faintly showed the figure of Dale fast asleep, with his head close to the place where the crystals had been laid and covered over with a rug.

Melchior had crept out of the tent without making sound loud enough to awaken them; and it was apparent now that he was busy preparing the morning meal.

Saxe did not want to get up for a few minutes, and he lay thinking about the beautiful crystals, and of how he would break off a few of the smaller ones to bring away in his pockets to keep as curiosities for home. Then he recalled the weight of the one he had carried overnight, and thought how strong Melchior must be, or else how patient and enduring. Finally, he determined to get up and go and talk to the guide about their work for the coming day--a task which had lost its zest now that some of the crystals had been found.

But his moving roused Dale, who started up.

"Throw open the tent door, my boy, and let's have some fresh air. I want to have a look, too," he cried, "at our treasures."

Saxe obeyed; and he was in the act of looping back the canvas, when Dale uttered an angry cry.