Part 14 (2/2)

Jack Archer G. A. Henty 41750K 2022-07-22

”They gave me their parole not to try to escape during the journey, and have expressed their willingness to renew it.”

”It matters little one way or the other,” the governor said. ”Unless they could fly, they could not make their way through the country.

There, sir, that will do.”

The doctor bowed, shook hands with the boys, and without a word went out, touching his lips with his fingers to them as he turned his back to the governor, a movement which the lads understood at once as a hint that it would be as well to say nothing which might show that they had any knowledge of Russian.

The governor rang a hand-bell, and a sergeant entered. The governor wrote a few words on a piece of paper.

”Take these prisoners to Count Preskoff's,” he said, ”and deliver this order to him.”

The sergeant motioned the lads to follow him. With a bow to the governor, which he pa.s.sed unacknowledged, they followed the soldier.

”A disagreeable brute, that,” Jack said. ”A little work in the trenches would do him good, and take some of his c.o.c.kiness out of him.

That was a good idea of the doctor, not saying good-bye in Russian. I don't suppose we shall run against that fellow again, but it we did, he might make it so disagreeable that we might be driven to show him a clean pair of heels.”

”He didn't ask for our parole,” d.i.c.k said, ”so we shall be justified in making a bolt if we see a chance.”

Pa.s.sing through the streets the sergeant led them through the town and out into the country beyond.

”Where on earth is he taking us to?” Jack wondered. ”I would bet that he has quartered us on this Count Preskoff from pure spite. I wonder what sort of chap he is.”

After half an hour's walking they approached a large chateau, surrounded by smaller buildings.

”He's a swell evidently,” d.i.c.k said. ”We ought to have comfortable quarters here.”

They entered a large courtyard, across one side of which stood the house; and the sergeant, proceeding to the main entrance, rang the bell. It was opened by a tall man dressed in full Russian costume.

”I have a message for the count from the commandant,” the sergeant said.

”The count is absent,” the servant answered; ”but the countess is in.”

”I will speak to her.”

Leaving them standing in the hall, the man ascended a wide staircase, and in a minute or two returned and motioned to the sergeant to follow him.

They ascended the stairs and entered a large and handsome room, in which sat a lady of some forty years old, with three younger ones of from sixteen to twenty years old.

Countess Preskoff was a very handsome woman, and her daughters had inherited her beauty.

The sergeant advanced and handed to her the order. She glanced at it, and an expression of displeasure pa.s.sed across her face.

”The commandant's orders shall be obeyed,” she said coldly; and the sergeant, saluting, retired.

The countess turned to her daughters.

”The commandant has quartered two prisoners, English officers, upon us,” she said. ”Of course he has done it to annoy us. I suppose these are they.” And she rose and approached the lads, who were standing by the door. ”Why, they are boys,” she said in surprise, ”and will do for playfellows for you, Olga. Poor little fellows, how cruel to send such boys to fight!”

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