[Presently, MAIA comes forward from among some bushes
on the upland
to the left, well back, and scans the prospect with her hand
shading her eyes. She wears a flat tourist cap, a short skirt,
kilted up, reaching only midway between ankle and knee, and high,
stout lace-boots. She has in her hand a long alpenstock.
[At last catches sight of RUBEK and calls.] Hallo!
[She advances over the upland,
jumps over the brook, with the
aid of her alpenstock, and climbs up the hillock.
[Panting.] Oh, how I have been rushing around looking for you, Rubek.
[Nods indifferently and asks.] Have you just come from the hotel?
Yes, that was the last place I tried—that fly-trap.
[Looking at her for moment.] I noticed that you were not at the dinner-table.
No, we had our dinner in the open air, we two.
“We two”? What two?
Why, I and that horrid bear-killer, of course.
Yes. And first thing to-morrow morning we are going off again.
Yes. Off to kill a brown-boy.
Have you found the tracks of any?
[With superiority.] You don’t suppose that bears are to be found in the naked mountains, do you?
Far beneath. On the lower slopes; in the thickest parts of the forest. Places your ordinary town-folk could never get through—–
And you two are going down there to-morrow?
[Throwing herself down among the heather.] Yes, so we have arranged. —Or perhaps we may start this evening.—If you have no objection, that’s to say?