They had come quite out of their way; if they had taken the right path in the morning they would have reached the top, where the view was magnificent--truly magnificent.
It was a pity to miss it.

Perhaps some other day they would like to come again and he himself would be pleased to guide them.

He shook hands and wished them a pleasant journey.

They would best hurry a trifle, he added, for darkness came fast, and when one got caught on the mountain at night--he shrugged his shoulders and looked at Tony--one needed a guide who knew his business.
They had walked for ten minutes when they heard some one shouting behind and found a young man calling to them to wait.

He caught up with them and breathlessly explained.
Pasquale had told him that they were foreigners from America who were climbing the mountain for diversion and who had lost their way.