Bob shook his head. It really was very nice to be kissed like that, and he didn’t mind how long the process continued. The future became as misty as the wraith of cloud floating over Mont Blanc. After all, things might be fixed up somehow, and his two hundred a year would be all right if they didn’t get married until he got something to do. "Anyway," he said, upon reflection, "we needn’t move just yet, Nellie—let’s stop up here and talk. Perhaps we shall see the hares. I wonder what Marjory will say when we tell her. You know Dick Fenton’s awfully gone on her. It would be a game if he had proposed, wouldn’t it?" Nellie didn’t like the flippant tone, and looked a little serious. Her keen eyes were roving the valley below; but not a sign either of hares or hounds did they detect. What she did see was a man walking to and fro upon the narrow bridle-track, near Vermala, and another man who dodged upon his heels, but took good care not to be discovered. The pantomime was so engaging that she pointed it out to Bob, despite her desire to pursue that singularly interesting subject, matrimony and its preliminaries. "Look at that man," she exclaimed in her surprise. "He’s being followed by the soldier. I’m quite sure of it. Bob, look at him!" Bob had no particular curiosity in the matter—so he put his arm about her waist, and peeped over the steep as she desired. Sure enough, the play was going on just as she had indicated. A man walked leisurely upon the path, while another dodged him in the security of the woods. Such a game of hide-and-seek carried its own explanations. There were two who played it, and one spied upon the other. "Why, it’s a gendarme from Sierre!" exclaimed Bob presently. "I should know the fellow anywhere. What’s he up to, I wonder; and who’s the man? It must be one of the Vermala people—and look, he’s dropped to it now—he knows what’s going on!" It really was vastly curious. The man who had been spied upon detected his enemy suddenly and stood quite still, as though meditating a plan. Presently he turned about, and began to climb the height in a direction which would have carried him to the very wood which now sheltered the lovers. This manoeuvre, closely observed by the gendarme, was not immediately answered by him; but presently he turned about and set off as though to return to the hotel at Vermala. So he became lost to view, and the wood hiding the other, the little comedy terminated abruptly. "That’s a queer game," Bob remarked presently.