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He knew that von Arnheim, Pappenheim and Kratzek knelt at the same shrine and he laughed harshly to himself because he was sure that they knelt in vain. They were young, handsome, attractive, men of the world, men whom any girl might love but she did not love any of them. He knew the signals, and Julie certainly hung out none for von Arnheim, nor for Kratzek nor for Pappenheim.
Then he closed his eyes, but John saw the muscles of his face working. "He's trying to remember," whispered Carstairs. Memory came back to Kratzek in a few moments, and he opened his eyes again. "I was saved by somebody last night and I think it was you," he said, looking at John. "I want to say to you that I am very grateful.
Now it's a machine that can't either think or feel." "We can't fight the times, Herr Walther," said John, cheerfully. "The automobile like the railway has come to stay." "I suppose so, but the noble Count Kratzek returns. Take his horse." John went forward and held the bridle after the young Austrian had dismounted.
"Well, you've made a friend in Pappenheim." John gave him the reins and Kratzek, drawing himself a little stiffly into the saddle, cantered away. John, although not recognized, felt as if he had met a friend again, and Zillenstein seemed less lonely to him.
He stood beside John, as the young American fixed the stirrup, and some motion or gesture of the seeming peasant suddenly appeared familiar to Kratzek. Before John had realized what he intended Kratzek suddenly seized him by both shoulders and turning him around, looked straight into his eyes. "Scott, the American, and a spy!" he exclaimed. John's heart missed several beats.
She knows already that wherever she goes you will follow. Does that bring any comfort to your soul, Mr. Scott?" "Aye, Suzanne, it fills it with thankfulness. Don't forget to tell her that she will go soon. Von Arnheim, Pappenheim and Kratzek are her friends, but they can't prevent it if they would. It may be too that they will not know when or where she goes."
"I'll obey you," said Kratzek, in the most tractable manner, and closing his eyes he soon fell asleep despite his wound. "Now, having caught your Austrian, what are you going to do with him?" said Carstairs to John. "Nothing for the present, but later on I'll have him taken down one of the transverse trenches to a hospital.
To me he represents all that is evil in the Old World, the concentrated wickedness of feudalism and I fear him, though not for myself! Weber, I can't bear to think of Julie Lannes in his hands! If it were von Arnheim or that young Kratzek or any normal German it would be different, but this man, Auersperg, is not of our time! He belongs to an older and worse age!"
The flakes were still coming down heavily. It was the biggest snow that he had yet seen in Europe and he believed that it would fall all night. They had plenty of blankets and spreading two on the shelf which was no broader than himself he lay down and put two more over him. He was in a pleasant mental glow, because he had saved young Kratzek, forgetting the rest who lay out there under the snow.
We're always attached to anyone we save." "I mean to have him exchanged and sent back to his mother in Austria. He's bound to have a mother there and she'll thank me though she may never see me. I wish these pleasant Austrians had more sense." Kratzek opened his eyes and looked blankly at the two young men. He strove to rise, but fell back with a low sigh of pain.
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