Dick looked under his eyes at Bob, but he seemed rather abashed, and by no means a lover who would have done credit to the heroics of the poets. Upon his part, Bob said never a word about his own predicament; but Nellie had it out in a twinkling, and there the four of them stood, giggling and laughing and blushing. It remained for Bob to set matters straight by a resounding cheer, which he did presently to the great scandal of his _fiancée_, and the surprise of all in the vicinity of the wood. Then he discovered that he was hungry—a meagre lover sighing for baked meats. "We shall miss the bun-scrap if we don’t buck up," he said. "I’m sure old Gordon Snagg will eat all the sandwiches within half a mile of him. Let’s make a dash for it, Nellie; these two will stop here spooning all day. It makes me sick to see them." He did not wait for his friend to put on his skis, but taking Nellie by the hand, sailed with her down the nearest slope, and presently came out just above Benny’s cottage. Here a little Frenchman, standing on the path which debouches from the woods below Vermala, waved his hand to them in a frantic and demoralised appeal, and when they approached him, began to tell them an excited tale which even one of his own countrymen might not have followed. As for Bob, who had forgotten the only irregular verb he ever knew, and Nellie, whose French hardly represented the guinea expended upon it per quarter, they were at their wits’ end, until Benson himself came to their assistance; as he did almost immediately, lurching down from the chalet and asking gruffly what was up. To him the Frenchman now addressed himself, while Benny listened with an amused smile. Then he interpreted the rigmarole to the others. "He says a man’s fallen down from the height up yonder. That’s steep, anyway; a baby would walk the path. Do you know anything of it? Did you see anything, Mr. Otway?" "We saw a man and another following him," Bob said in a halting way. "I think the little man was a gendarme, for he had something bright on his hat. They went off toward the Zaat, and then we heard one of them shout out. I shouldn’t wonder if this gentleman were right"—pointing to the Frenchman—"it’s very likely the pair may have had a row." To their great surprise and wonder, Benny turned as pale as a sheet. Muttering something about a silly tale, he, nevertheless, went about, and returned almost immediately to his chalet, leaving the young couple to appease the excited Frenchman as best they could. That worthy, perceiving their lack of understanding, renewed his appeals, this time to Dick Fenton and Marjory, who had just emerged from the wood. "What does he say?" Dick asked his friend. Bob assumed an air of reproving superiority, and replied: "Oh, a man has fallen off the Zaat—!" Marjory said "Oh!" and turned very pale. Dick was not so sentimental.