“Oh!shutup!“saidGodfrey，“ifwewastesomuchtimeweshallnevergettothetop，“aremarkatwhichtheyallburstoutlaughing。
“TheytalkofProvidenceontheAlps，“shoutedKarlinstentoriantones，whileheperformedakindofwar-dance，“butthat’sthekindofprovidenceforme，“andhepointedtoGodfrey。“ManythingshaveI
seeninmytradeasguide，butneveronelikethis。What？TocuttheropeforthesakeofMonsieurthere，“andhepointedtonumbertwo，whoseshareinthegreatadventurewasbeingoverlooked，“beforegivinghimselftoalmostcertaindeathforthesakeofMonsieurwiththeweakheart，whohadnobusinessonamountain；tostretchovertheprecipiceasthelineparted，andholdMonsieurwiththeweakheartforallthatwhile，tillIcouldgetanooseroundhim——yes，togoonholdinghimafterhehimselfwasalmostdead——withoutamind!GoodGod!neverhastherebeensuchastoryinmylifetimeontheseAlps，orinthatofmyfatherbeforeme。“
Thencamethedescent，GodfreysupportedontheshoulderofthestalwartKarl，who，fullofdelightatthisgreatescapefromtragedy，andathavingataletotellwhichwouldlasthimfortherestofhislife，“jodelled“spontaneouslyatintervalsinhisbest“large-tip“
voice，andoccasionallyskippedaboutlikeayoungcamel，while“Monsieurwiththeweakheart“wascarriedinachairprovidedtobearelderlyladiesupthelowerslopesoftheAlps。