Pierre laughed in his turn.
"Bah! I snap my fingers at the Brenva climb," said he.

"We shall be in Chamonix to-night"; and Garratt Skinner translated the words to Walter Hine.
Breakfast was prepared and eaten.

Walter Hine was silent through the meal.

He had not the courage to say that he was afraid; and Garratt Skinner played upon his vanity.
"We shall be in Chamonix to-night.

It will be a fine feather in your cap, Wallie.