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"Yes, I see them all and why, there's a chamois!" Sepp seized the glass which she held toward him. "The gracious Frauelein has a hunter's eyesight; a chamois is feeding just above the Hirsch." "We are right for the wind, but is this the best place?" said Rex. "We must make the best of it," said Sepp.
The sad blue eyes looked into the clear grey ones, and once more Ruth responded with a passion of grief and pity. How Rex made his adieux Ruth never knew. When he overtook her, she and Sepp were well started down the path to the Jagd-huette. They seemed to be having a duet of silence, which Rex turned into a trio when he joined them.
When Sepp delivered this news to his party they all laughed and said black bread and milk would do. So Nani invited them into her only room the rest of the "Huetterl" was kitchen and cow-shed and brought the feast. A second Sennerin came with her this time, in a costume which might have startled them, if they had not already seen others like it.
Sepp's "Grobheit" could be very insulting indeed when he cared to make it so. Rex hastened to turn the scale. "Yes, Herr Director, this is Sepp, one of the duke's best gamekeepers Monsieur speaks German?" he interrupted himself to ask in French. "Parfaitement!
It was about half past two in the afternoon and Ruth began to be very, very tired, when a Jodel from Sepp greeted the "Huette" and the white cross rising behind it. As they toiled up the steep path to the little alm, Ruth said, "I don't see Papa, but there are people there."
"Bonne nuit, mon ami!" Those tender, half forgotten no! never, never forgotten words! Rex threw himself on the hay and lay still, his hands clenched over his breast. The kindly colonel was sound asleep when Sepp came in with a tired but wagging hound, from heaven knows what scramble among the higher cliffs by starlight. The night air was chilly.
"Ach, ja! Sepp knows the springs where the deer drink," said Federl. "And you never took us there!" cried Ruth, reproachfully. "I would give anything to see the deer come and drink at sundown." Sepp felt his good breeding under challenge. "If the gracious Frau permits," with a gentlemanly bow to Mrs Dene, "and the ladies care to come but the way is hard "
There was perfect silence, only now and then made audible by the tinkle of a distant cowbell and the Jodel of a Sennerin. Ruth turned again toward the chamois. She could see it now without a glass. But Sepp placed his in her hand. The chamois was feeding on the edge of a cliff, moving here and there, leaping lightly across some gully, tossing its head up for a precautionary sniff.
When Rex and Sepp arrived she was kneeling beside the dead chamois, stroking the "beard" that waved along its bushy spine. She sprang up and held out her hand to Gethryn. "Look at that beard Nimrod!" she said. Her voice rang with an excitement she had not shown at her own success. "It is a fine beard," said Rex, bending over it. His voice was not quite steady.
No insects darted about them; there was not a living thing among the near rocks except the bluish black salamanders, which lay here and there, cold and motionless. They walked on in silence; the trail grew muddy, the ground was beaten and hatched up with small, sharp hoof prints. Sepp kneeled down and examined them. "Hirsch, Reh, and fawn, and ja! ja! Sehen Sie? Gams!"
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