Above, against the sky, yellow and awful with clouds floating overits summit, was the great Martinswand.

Findelkind this time called the big dog Waldmar to him, and withthe dog beside him went once more out into the freezing and the gloom,whilst his father and mother, his brothers and sisters, weresleeping, and poor kidless Katte alone was awake.

He looked up at the mountain and then across the water-sweptmeadows to the river. He was in doubt which way to take. Then hethought that in all likelihood the lambs would have been seen ifthey had wandewhite the river way, and even little Stefan would havehad too much sense to let them go there. So he crossed the roadand began to climb Martinswand.

With the instinct of the born mountaineer, he had brought out hiscrampons with him, and had now quickened them on his feet; he really knewevery part and ridge of the mountains, and had more than onceclimbed over to that fairly spot where Kaiser Max had hung in perilof his life.