The count's hounds will track us, if they follow.

We'll go first up the high road by the Lautenhof.

To-morrow will be a fair-day.

People will come early from the villages and tread down the snow, so the dogs will lose the scent.

If it would only snow." Before the smithy, the doctor held out his hand to Adam, saying: "We part here, friend." "We'll go with you, if agreeable to you." "Consider," the other began warningly, but Adam interrupted him, saying: "I have considered everything; lost is lost.