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He had had horses and automobiles to use; he had had great stretches of park and woodland to roam through and hunt over. And best of all, he had had the best teachers in all Greece. But these he had neglected and defied at every possible turn. Velo Kupenol was lazy, cowardly and deceitful.
With a noiseless laugh he nodded sneeringly at the sleeping boy, picked his way carefully among the men and left the room. When Velo Kupenol had sifted sand in the engine of the automobile, he had made his first move in a dastardly campaign. Most of his life had been spent surrounded by the ease and luxury of the Zaidos castle.
Then he remembered the soft living, the ease and luxury of the house of Zaidos, and remembering that he, as Velo Kupenol, must be all his life nothing but a dependent on his cousin's bounty, he steeled his wicked heart to its self-appointed task. But he must change his tactics. Zaidos as usual was surrounding himself with friends. Velo felt that he must be doubly careful.
And there is a chance about everything. A lot of the people in this war, dreadful as it is, will go home when it is over, and get run over by London busses, or fall down stairs, or things like that." "Or slip on banana peels," added Zaidos. "You are right about it. I wonder I never thought of it before." "Who is Velo Kupenol?" asked Helen. "Is he really your cousin?"
He did not return, nor did the slightest whisper concerning him reach Zaidos. Four days dragged by. Two days were filled with strenuous drilling. Twice Zaidos was visited by members of his father's family devoted old servants who begged to do something to free him from his present position, and who questioned him vainly for news of Velo Kupenol.
"Yes, yes!" stammered the driver excitedly. "I was called away just now, when Velo Kupenol sent me to my master to tell him that I was to take you back to barracks. Ah, what shall we do?" "How far is it?" demanded Zaidos. The night was lifting. He shivered. "A mile straight down that avenue, Excellency, until you reach the great fountain in the public square. Then a half block to the left.
The incident was mysterious as well as serious. They discussed it and made guesses which flew wide of the mark. The doctor quietly ordered a change of medicine for Zaidos, and removing the bottles on his table, gave the nurse instructions to give him the doses herself. She did so, without rousing any suspicion in Zaidos' open and confident mind, but Velo Kupenol noticed the change.
She started on, but Zaidos put out his hand and detained her. "Just a moment, please," he said, smiling at her in his sunny way. "Is there a fellow here called Velo Kupenol? Tall fellow, thin, and looks a little like me perhaps?" "Perhaps not again," said the nurse, frowning a little. "Yes, your friend is here.
If you don't, I shall shoot you, just as I would shoot a dog. There is no time to talk. Get to work! You hear what I tell you. Turn this man!" Velo shudderingly put himself to the horrid task of lifting the bleeding and torn body. Zaidos talked as he worked in a deep, earnest tone that carried to Velo's ears even in the noise of battle. "I'm going to be after you every minute, Velo Kupenol!
He tried to turn what was left of his body, and could not. He glanced around for help. Sneaking past toward the rear he saw a familiar figure. It was Velo Kupenol. Zaidos called him sharply, and the stern note of authority made Velo turn. "Come here quickly!" commanded Zaidos. "I can't!" panted Velo. "Zaidos, it makes me sick! I'm going to the rear for a little while."
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