Tom, we shall probably have to measure our wits against his in a duel of another sort ere long." Tom threw back his head with a defiant gesture.
"Well, my lord; and I am ready!" he said.
"Very good, Tom; I thought as much.

You did not love our dark-skinned friend much better than I did.

I think we shall find him lurking in wait for us somewhere amid the snows of the St.
Bernard Pass.

Hast ever heard of the St.Bernard, Tom, and the good monks there ?" "I think I have," answered Tom, who had heard so many new things of late that he could not be expected to keep them all in mind together.
"Well, it may be we shall have to seek their hospitality yet; although our way lies across the Little St.Bernard, as it is called, that ancient pass which Hannibal and his host crossed when they marched through the snows of Switzerland to pour themselves upon the fertile plains of Italy.

It is to this very day the only route by which those snowy Alps may be crossed; and we must find our way thither, Tom, and go down to the fair city of Turin." "Is that where we are going ?" "Ay; hast heard of Victor Amadeus, Duke of Savoy ?" "Is he not one of the Allies ?" "Yes; albeit for a while he sided with the French King, who did much to hold his fidelity.