six o'clock
We told him to clear out , then , and leave the things at the uppermost hotel and say we should be along presently . He said he would secure us a hotel if he could , but if they were all full he would ask them to build another one and hurry up and get the paint and plaster dry against we arrived . Still gently chaffing us , he pushed ahead , up the trail , and soon disappeared . By six o'clock we were pretty high up in the air , and the view of lake and mountains had greatly grown in breadth and interest . We halted awhile at a little public house , where we had bread and cheese and a quart or two of fresh milk , out on the porch , with the big panorama all before us -- and then moved on again . Ten minutes afterward we met a hot , red-faced man plunging down the mountain , making mighty strides , swinging his alpenstock ahead of him , and taking a grip on the ground with its iron point to support these big strides . He stopped , fanned himself with his hat , swabbed the perspiration from his face and neck with a red handkerchief , panted a moment or two , and asked how far to Waeggis .