It is not the way of an Englishman to betray his friend, especially when that friend is a woman; but I thought even before I got your letter that she must in some way or other have been misled herself." "It was very good of you," Petroff said. "Katia has been in great distress over it. She thinks that you can never forgive her." "Pray tell her from me, Petroff, that I have blamed myself, not her.
I was just as innocent in the affair of Ossinsky. I behaved like a fool, I grant, but that was all. I had met the woman, who as I now know was Sophia Perovskaia, but she was only known to me then from having met her once in Petroff and Akim's room, and she was introduced to me as Akim's cousin Katia.
Dobri Petroff immediately disappeared in the opposite direction. At a later hour that night he entered the cottage of young Borronow. Giuana, Petko's sister, reclined on a rude but comfortable couch. She was singularly pretty and innocent-looking, but very delicate and young. Her friends called her Formosa Giuana or Pretty Jane.
Akim lay on his back dead, and across him lay the young advocate. Of Petroff he could see nothing; the other bodies were those of policemen. Three of these near the door appeared to have been shot; the others were lying in contorted positions against the walls, as if they had been flung there by the force of the explosion.
He looked round him at first with an expression of maniacal terror, but the moment he observed Petroff among his captors he uttered a loud cry, and, springing forward seized his hand. "Why, Lewie," exclaimed the scout, with a gleam of recognition, "what has happened?" "The Bashi-Bazouks have been at our village!" cried the man wildly, as he wiped the blood out of his eyes.
Kill as many of their spies as you can with safety, and make the chiefs believe that they are fighting the Devil himself. And now, good-night." When Peter Petroff brought him the papers the next morning, the Prince took up the Telegraph, and turned to the page devoted to the minor events of the previous day.
It chanced that night, after the men were rolled in their cloaks, that Dobri Petroff found himself lying close to Andre under the same bush. "You don't sleep," he said, observing that the young soldier moved frequently. "Thinking of home, like me, no doubt?" "That was all nonsense," said the youth sharply, "about the cow, and your mother and sister, wasn't it?" "Of course it was.
Then it came out that the hedgehog was not theirs, but the property of a schoolmate, one Petroff, who had given them some money to buy Schlosser's History for him, from another schoolfellow who at that moment was driven to raising money by the sale of his books.
Another moment and Petroff had discovered the Pasha, who lay near him with a look of intense longing in his eyes as he saw the flask and heard the gurgling water. A fierce frown crossed the scout's brow for a moment, but it was instantly chased away by a look of pity. He dragged himself slowly towards the dying Turk, and held the flask to his lips.
"Akim and Petroff can never be Nihilists. The idea is absurd. I have never heard them say a word against the government or the Czar." Then he thought of their friend Katia, and how she had got him to aid in the escape of a Nihilist. "It is all nonsense," he murmured, "the idea of a girl like that being mixed up in a conspiracy."