"One moment's patience, and I am with you." And his face beamed with joy.

He had him at last, this precious game which has caused him so many steps.
He turned away, bounding from rock to rock with the agility of a chamois.

In about twenty minutes he reappeared, bearing on his shoulder a long plank which he had detached from the inclosure of a piece of pasture-land.

He threw it across the torrent, secured it as well as he could, crossed this impromptu foot-bridge of his own device, and joined M.Moriaz, who was quite ready to embrace him.
"Nothing is more perfidious than the mountains," said the count.

"They are haunted by some mysterious sprite, who fairly delights in playing tricks with venturesome people; but 'all's well that ends well.' Before setting out from here you need something to revive you.