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I have my finger in the hole the bullet made below the water-line. I can hold on till we have passed through Thorn." He spoke in his natural voice, quite cheerfully. They were not out of danger yet. Kosmaroff could not quit the steering-oar. He glanced at Martin, and then looked ahead again uneasily. Martin was the first to speak.
"Will you answer me a question?" asked Kosmaroff, suddenly. "If I can," was the reply, economical of words. "Where were you on the 13th of March?" Cartoner reflected for a moment, and then replied: "In St. Petersburg." "Then I do not understand you," said Kosmaroff. "I don't understand how we failed. For you know we have failed, I suppose?" "I know nothing," answered Cartoner.
Which seemed to be catch-words, for Kosmaroff had made use of almost the identical phrases. "I am quite confident that there is no danger to affairs," continued Martin, speaking with the haste and vehemence of a man who is anxious to convince himself. "It was a mere mischance, but it gave us all a horrid fright, I can tell you especially me, for I was doubly interested.
Far back in the days of Poland's greatness they must have had a common ancestor. In the age of chivalry some dark, spare knight, with royal blood in his veins, had perhaps fallen in love with one of the fair Bukatys, whose women had always been beautiful, and their men always reckless. Kosmaroff climbed into the saddle, and they stood side by side, waiting for the carts to come up.
At the point where the road narrows Kosmaroff suddenly reined in his horse, and leaning forward, peered into the darkness. There are no lamps at the farther end of the Czerniakowska. "What is it?" asked Martin. "I thought I saw a glint under the wall," answered Kosmaroff. "There there it is again. Steel. There is some one there. It is the gleam of those distant lights on a bayonet."
"You met him in London, you say?" he said to the prince. "What did you think of him?" "I thought him a quiet man." "And Wanda?" continued Kosmaroff, lightly, turning to her "she who sees so much. What did she think of him?" "I was afraid of him!" The Saxon Gardens are in the heart of Warsaw, and, in London, would be called a park.
Every window was alight. For the castle is used as a barracks now, and the soldiers, having been partially withdrawn from the streets, were going to bed. Soon these lights were left behind, and the outline of the citadel, half buried in trees, could be dimly seen. Then suddenly they left the city behind, and were borne on the breast of the river into the outer darkness beyond. Kosmaroff sat up.
The four thousand heroically waiting the word that was to send them on their forlorn hope heard the news in silence, and all silently moved away. "It is for another time it is for another time!" said Kosmaroff and Martin repeatedly and confidently, as the men moved past them in the darkness. In Warsaw there was a queer silence, and every door was shut.
Also to bid you good-bye. As soon as I can get employment I shall go down to Thorn to stir them up there. They are lethargic at Thorn." "Ah!" laughed the prince, moving his legs to a more comfortable position, "you young men! You think everybody is lethargic. Don't move too quickly. That is what I always preach." "And we are ready enough to listen to your preaching," answered Kosmaroff.
"What was it a boat or a floating tree?" they heard them ask each other. Kosmaroff was staring ahead, but he saw Martin make a quick movement in the bottom of the boat. "What is it?" he whispered. "A bullet," answered Martin. "It came through the side of the boat, low down. It struck me in the back the spine. I cannot move my legs. But I have stopped the water from coming in.
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