"Now, the sooner we are off, the better.

How far is it to the next village ?" "About seven miles, count." The count gave orders for the sledge to be taken on to the road again.
"One moment," the captain said, taking Charlie aside.

"Pray tell us, in a few words, what has happened.

The burning of the tree is a mystery to us, and we shall die of curiosity if we have to remain here for another two months with the matter unexplained." In as few words as possible, Charlie related to the men the story of the preceding night, which was greeted with exclamations of surprise and admiration.
"Truly, you have your wits about you," the captain said.

"I should have been frozen to death, if I had been in your position, for I should certainly never have thought of lighting a fire up in a tree.
"Well, goodbye, if we do not see you again, may all good fortune attend you, and may the saints protect you from all danger." Charlie shook hands with the men all round, and then hurried down to the sledge.