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Martin's horse began to whinny at the sound of approaching hoofs, when its rider leaned forward in the saddle and struck it fiercely on the side of its great Roman nose, which sounded hollow, like a drum. "I suppose you had little sleep last night," said Kosmaroff when Martin yawned, with his face turned up to the sky. "I had none." "Nor I," said Kosmaroff. "We may get some to-morrow."
At the cross-ways, where the shorter runs at right angles into the larger Wilanow road, Kosmaroff found a man waiting for him, on horseback, under the shadow of the trees, which are larger here. The horseman was riding slowly towards him from the town, and led a spare horse.
"No matter," he said; "you cannot pass this way." "But, my friend " began Martin, with a protesting laugh. But he never finished the sentence, for Kosmaroff had slipped out of the saddle on the far side, and interrupted him by pushing the bridle into his hand. Then the ex-Cossack ran round at the back of the horses.
"There is only one chance of escape," Kosmaroff had said "the river. Meet me on the steps at the bottom of the Bednarska at half-past twelve. I will get a boat. Have you money?" "I have a few roubles I never had many," answered Martin. "Get more if you can get some food if you can a bottle of vodka may make the difference between life and death. Keep your coat."
"It is not of them that we need be afraid. We are doing no harm, and they cannot send us out of the country while our passports hold out. They have satisfied themselves as to that. For they have been through my belongings twice, in my rooms at the Europe I know when my things have been touched they or some one else. Perhaps Kosmaroff; who knows?"
But he knows that there was something wrong," said Martin, wiping the dust from his face with his pocket-handkerchief. His hand shook a little, as if he had ridden hard, or had been badly frightened. "We had a bad half-hour after he left, especially with Kosmaroff. The man is only half-tamed, that is the truth of it." "That is more to his own danger than to any one else's," put in Wanda, again.
The river narrows here, and goes at a great pace. It is still of a vast width one of the largest rivers in Europe. The mist was very thick here. "Listen!" whispered Kosmaroff, suddenly. And they heard the low, regular thud of oars. It was the patrol-boat. Almost immediately a voice, startlingly near, called upon them to halt. They crouched low in the boat.
"Ah! since you say so," returned Deulin, with a significant gesture, "yes." "Bon sang," said Cartoner, and did not trouble to complete the saying. "He is too much of a gentleman to herd with the extremists." But Deulin did not seem to be listening. He was following his own train of thought. "So you know of Kosmaroff?" he said, studying his companion's face. "You know that, too.
And, of course, they hoped. For they were young, and human, and the spring was in the air. But their hope was one of those things of which they could not speak; for it involved knowledge of which Wanda had become possessed at the hand of the prince and Martin and Kosmaroff. It touched those things which Cartoner had come to Poland to learn, but not from Wanda.
"You expect the world to move more quickly than it can. It is old and heavy, remember that. I have a fellow-feeling for it, with my two sticks. You would never make a diplomatist. I have heard of negotiations going forward for five years, and then falling through, after all." Kosmaroff smiled, his odd, one-sided smile, and cut himself a piece of bread.
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