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We may succeed. It is a good night for such work." Kosmaroff gave a short, despairing laugh. "Ah!" he said. "You are full of hope you." "Yes I am full of hope still," answered Martin. He had more to lose than his companion. But he had also less to gain. They rode hard until they met the carts, and turned them back.
I understand, therefore, that, after a period of nearly twenty years, Poland is ready again." There was a short silence in that dim and quiet room. "Yes," said Kosmaroff, deliberately, at length. "And is only awaiting her opportunity." "Yes."
They laid him on the locker which served for a bed, while Kosmaroff, supporting himself against the bulkhead, watched them in silence. The captain glanced at Martin, and then, catching sight of Kosmaroff's face, he hurried to the cabin, to return in a minute with the inevitable decanter, yellow with age and rust. "Here," he said, "drink that. Eat a bit o' biscuit. You're done."
We want five thousand roubles. I understand you have control of ten times that amount. If Poland will advance us five thousand roubles she shall have her opportunity and a good one in a month from now." He held up his hand to command silence, for Kosmaroff, with eyes that suddenly blazed in anger, had stepped forward to the table, and was about to interrupt.
As she looked at it attentively, the color slowly faded from her face. "Or else what?" she inquired. Martin shrugged his shoulders. "Well, Kosmaroff is not a man to stick at trifles." "You mean," said Wanda, who would have things plainly, "that he would assassinate him?" Wanda glanced at her father. She knew that men hard pressed are no sticklers.
"I know where we are," he answered, after a pause. "We have passed Wyszogrod. We are nearing Plock. We have come a great distance. I wish my teeth wouldn't chatter." "I have secured mine with a piece of bread," mumbled Martin. Kosmaroff was looking uneasily at the sky.
It was a small, square room, with a window opening upon some leads, where discarded bottles and blackened moss surrounded the remains of a sparrow. The room was full of men six or seven foreign faces were turned towards the new-comer. Only one, however, of these faces was familiar to Captain Cable. It was the face of the man known on the Vistula as Kosmaroff. The captain nodded to him.
Martin had not returned many yards along the road they had come when he heard pattering steps in the mud behind him. It was Kosmaroff, breathless. "Quick!" he whispered. "Quick!" And he scrambled into the saddle while the horse was still moving. He was, it must be remembered, a trained soldier. He led the way at a gallop, stooping in the saddle to secure the swinging stirrups.
But the careless manner in which he raised her fingers to his lips would have showed quite clearly to a competent observer that neither Wanda nor any other woman had ever touched his heart. "You will excuse my getting up," said the prince. "My gout is bad to-night. You will have something to eat?" "Thank you, I have eaten," replied Kosmaroff, drawing forward a chair.
He's a brave man!" muttered the man who had spoken in Martin's ear. It was Kosmaroff. And he stepped back a pace. "Yes," said Martin, hastily, "this is a foundry. I can get you a hammer." His right hand was opening and shutting convulsively. Cartoner glanced at it, and Martin put it behind his back. He was rather breathless, and he was angrily wishing that he had the Englishman's nerve.
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