“Let's get into a quiet place,'' he said. “Those queer things you've been telling me have got hold of me. How did I know? How could I know--unless it's because I've been trying to work that second law? I've been saying to myself that we should be told the right things to do--for the Game and for your father-- and so that I could be the right sort of aide-de-camp. I've been working at it, and, when he came out, I knew he was not the man in spite of his looks. And I couldn't be sure you knew, and Ithought, if I kept on talking and interrupting you with silly questions, you could be prevented from speaking.''
“There's a place not far away where we can get a look at the mountains. Let's go there and sit down,'' said Marco. “I knew it was not the right one, too. It's the Help over again.''
“Yes, it's the Help--it's the Help--it must be,'' muttered The Rat, walking fast and with a pale, set face. “It could not be anything else.''
They got away from the streets and the people and reached the quiet place where they could see the mountains. There they sat down by the wayside. The Rat took off his cap and wiped his forehead, but it was not only the quick walking which had made it damp.
“The queerness of it gave me a kind of fright,'' he said.
“When he came out and he was near enough for me to see him, a sudden strong feeling came over me. It seemed as if I knew he wasn't the man. Then I said to myself--`but he looks like him'--and I began to get nervous. And then I was sure again--and then I wanted to try to stop you from giving him the Sign. And then it all seemed foolishness--and the next second all the things you had told me rushed back to me at once--and Iremembered what I had been thinking ever since--and Isaid--`Perhaps it's the Law beginning to work,' and the palms of my hands got moist.''
Marco was very quiet. He was looking at the farthest and highest peaks and wondering about many things.
“It was the expression of his face that was different,'' he said. “And his eyes. They are rather smaller than the right man's are. The light in the shop was poor, and it was not until the last time he bent over me that I found out what I had not seen before. His eyes are gray--the other ones are brown.''
“Did you see that!'' The Rat exclaimed. “Then we're sure!
We're safe!''
“We're not safe till we've found the right man,'' Marco said.
“Where is he? Where is he? Where is he?''
He said the words dreamily and quietly, as if he were lost in thought--but also rather as if he expected an answer. And he still looked at the far-off peaks. The Rat, after watching him a moment or so, began to look at them also. They were like a loadstone to him too. There was something stilling about them, and when your eyes had rested upon them a few moments they did not want to move away.
“There must be a ledge up there somewhere,'' he said at last.
“Let's go up and look for it and sit there and think and think--about finding the right man.''
There seemed nothing fantastic in this to Marco. To go into some quiet place and sit and think about the thing he wanted to remember or to find out was an old way of his. To be quiet was always the best thing, his father had taught him. It was like listening to something which could speak without words.
“There is a little train which goes up the Gaisberg,'' he said.
“When you are at the top, a world of mountains spreads around you. Lazarus went once and told me. And we can lie out on the grass all night. Let us go, Aide-de-camp.''
So they went, each one thinking the same thought, and each boy-mind holding its own vision. Marco was the calmer of the two, because his belief that there was always help to be found was an accustomed one and had ceased to seem to partake of the supernatural. He believed quite simply that it was the working of a law, not the breaking of one, which gave answer and led him in his quests. The Rat, who had known nothing of laws other than those administered by police-courts, was at once awed and fascinated by the suggestion of crossing some borderland of the Unknown. The law of the One had baffled and overthrown him, with its sweeping away of the enmities of passions which created wars and called for armies. But the Law of Earthly Living seemed to offer practical benefits if you could hold on to yourself enough to work it.
“You wouldn't get everything for nothing, as far as I can make out,'' he had said to Marco. “You'd have to sweep all the rubbish out of your mind--sweep it as if you did it with a broom--and then keep on thinking straight and believing you were going to get things--and working for them--and they'd come.''
Then he had laughed a short ugly laugh because he recalled something.
“There was something in the Bible that my father used to jeer about--something about a man getting what he prayed for if he believed it,'' he said.
“Oh, yes, it's there,'' said Marco. “That if a man pray believing he shall receive what he asks it shall be given him.
All the books say something like it. It's been said so often it makes you believe it.''
“He didn't believe it, and I didn't,'' said The Rat.
“Nobody does--really,'' answered Marco, as he had done once before. “It's because we don't know.''
They went up the Gaisberg in the little train, which pushed and dragged and panted slowly upward with them. It took them with it stubbornly and gradually higher and higher until it had left Salzburg and the Citadel below and had reached the world of mountains which rose and spread and lifted great heads behind each other and beside each other and beyond each other until there seemed no other land on earth but that on mountain sides and backs and shoulders and crowns. And also one felt the absurdity of living upon flat ground, where life must be an insignificant thing.
There were only a few sight-seers in the small carriages, and they were going to look at the view from the summit. They were not in search of a ledge.
