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Well, if they would not do as I said, I must do as they did. The line advanced the whole line, as at Waterloo. We pressed them hard. I heard a revolver fired and a cry follow. Fat Vlacho slackened in his attack, wavered, halted, turned and ran. A shout of triumph from Denny told me that the battle was going well there. Fired with victory, I set myself for a chase. But, alas! my pride was checked.
"Did you not know that he died a week ago?" asked Vlacho, with apparent surprise. "Died!" we exclaimed, one and all. "Yes, sir. The Lady Euphrosyne, lady of Neopalia, bids you go." "What did he die of?" "Of a fever," said Vlacho, gravely. And several of the men round him nodded their heads, and murmured, in no less grave assent: "Yes, of a fever."
And the Lord Constantine fell on his knees beside him, crying: 'Who stabbed him? And Vlacho smiled grimly, and the others looked at one another. And I, who had run out from the doorway whence I had seen it all, knelt by my lord and stanched the blood.
Vlacho was hard on him with drawn knife, and the Lord Constantine stood by him, praying him to yield, and Constantine drew his own knife, saying to Vlacho that he must fight him also before he killed the old lord. But at that Vlacho smiled and then and then ah, my dear lord!" For a moment her voice broke, and sobs supplanted words.
I went on as sternly as I could: "And when I think of what I saw here yesterday of that poor old man stabbed by your blood-thirsty crew " "It was an accident," he cried, sharply; the voice had lost its dreaminess, and sounded clear now. "We'll see about that when we get Constantine and Vlacho before a judge," I retorted grimly.
He and his companions, namely, his cousin, Denny Swinton; his factotum, Hogvardt; and his servant, Watkins, are at once locked up; and though released soon, it is with a warning from the populace, headed by Vlacho, the innkeeper, that if found on the island after six o'clock the next morning, their lives will not be worth much.
"Well, then, if you will, to the Lord Constantine," he admitted, with a careless shrug; "but her message was for his ear only. He took her aside, and they talked alone." "You know what she said, though." "That is between my Lord Constantine and me." "And the young lady knows it, I hope the Lady Euphrosyne?" Vlacho smiled broadly.
The thought of the thing threatened to make me laugh. Then, leaving the penknife where it was, I leaped up, gave the howling ruffian a mighty shove, and with a loud laugh of triumph bolted for my life down the hill. But when I had gone twenty yards I dropped on my knees, for bullet after bullet whistled over my head. Constantine, the outraged Vlacho too, perhaps, carried a revolver.
A quarter of an hour passed, and there came a knock at the door, while the bolts were shot back. "I shall go out," said I, springing to my feet. The door opened, and the face of a lad appeared. "Vlacho, the innkeeper, bids you descend," said he; and then, catching sight, perhaps, of our revolvers, he turned and ran down-stairs again at his best speed. Following him, we came to the door of the inn.
"These cursed fellows make that difficult, too," he said. "It would be an epidemic." Then he laughed, seeming to see wit in his own remark. "Curse them, yes. We must move cautiously," said Constantine. "What a nuisance women are, Vlacho." "Ay, too many of them," laughed Vlacho.
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