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Updated: July 11, 2025
He leaped back, abandoning his horse, and striking the first-comer full in the chest with his fist. He charged the next and knocked him over; but from the third he retreated, leaping quickly to one side. "Bukaty!" he cried; "don't you know me?" "You, Cartoner!" replied Martin. He spread out his arms, and the men behind him ran against them.
There are two doors to the Bukaty Palace. As often as not, Martin made use of the smaller door giving entrance to the garden at the back of the house, which garden could also be entered from an alley leading round from the back of the bank, which stands opposite the post-office in the busier part of Kotzebue Street.
You remember how in the great insurrection an unfailing supply of arms and ammunition came pouring into Poland over the Austrian frontier more arms than the national government could find men for." "Yes, I remember that." "That is the man," said Deulin, with a nod of his head in the direction of the Prince Bukaty, who was talking and laughing near at hand.
"Thank you, for a few minutes," answered Deulin, and seeing a movement of dissent on Cartoner's part, he laid his hand on his arm. "It is better," he said, in an undertone. "It will put them completely off the scent. There are sure to be more than two in it." So, reluctantly, Cartoner followed Martin into the Bukaty Palace for the first time. "Come," said the young prince, "into the drawing-room.
Martin Bukaty might, for instance, have chosen a better abode than the stuffy cabin of a Scandinavian cargo-boat and cheerier companions than a grim pair of Norse seamen. He might have sought a bluer sky and a bluer sea, and yet he stood on the dripping deck and laughed. He clapped Captain Petersen on the back.
"Yes," answered Cartoner, watching his hands, for there was a sort of exultation in Kosmaroff's voice, as if fate had offered him a chance which he never expected. Cable came aft and stood beside Cartoner. "I want to go to sea this tide," he said. "Where is the other man?" "The other man is Prince Martin Bukaty," was the answer. "Help me to lift him on board."
But there are others besides Bukaty, who are younger, and can afford to wait longer, and are therefore less patient men of a more modern stamp, without his educational advantages, who are nevertheless sincere enough in their way. It may not be a gentlemanly way " "The man who goes by the name of Kosmaroff is a gentleman, according to his lights," interrupted Cartoner.
The Olaf rode easily enough, and only pitched her nose into the yellow sea from time to time, throwing a cloud of spray over the length of her decks, like a bird at its bath. Soon after daylight the Prince Martin Bukaty came on deck, gay and lively in his borrowed oilskins.
The leaves on the trees of the Saski Gardens were hanging limp and lifeless. The whole world was dusty and expectant. Cartoner left Warsaw in a deluge of rain. It had come at last. In the afternoon Deulin went to call at the Bukaty Palace. He was ushered into the great drawing-room, and there left to his own devices. He did an unusual thing.
She usually went to the Saski Gardens, the avenues of which were daily swept and kept clear of snow; and as often as not, she accidentally met Prince Martin Bukaty there. Sometimes she crossed the bridge to Praga, and occasionally turned her steps down the Bednarska to the side of the river which was blocked by ice now, wintry and desolate.
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