Then he hurried on, and reached the hotel door as the procession marched into the hall and laid their burden cautiously down.
"An accident ?" said the landlord.
"Yes," answered one of the peasants; "we found him under Pfaffenwand.

He must have been coming from Engstlensee Alp; how much farther the good God alone knows.

The paths are slippery this wet weather, and he had no guide, or there was no guide to be seen." "That must be searched into," said the landlord; "is he dead ?" "No, no," replied two or three together.
"He has spoken twice," continued the peasant who had answered before, "and groaned much.

But none of us knew what he said.

He is dying, poor fellow!" "English ?" asked the landlord, looking down on the scarred face and eager eyes of the stranger, who lay silent on the litter, glancing round uneasily at the faces about him.
"Some of us would have known French, or German, or Italian," was the reply, "but not one of us knows English." "Nor I," said the landlord; "and our English speaker went away last week, over the St.Gothard to Italy for the winter.