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Updated: June 6, 2025
At the wall Oscar rose suddenly and greeted him in mockingly-courteous tones: "Good evening, my friend; it's a fine evening for a walk." Zmai drew back and growled. "Let me pass," he said in his difficult German. "It is a long wall; there should be no difficulty in passing. This country is much freer than Servia yes?" and Oscar's tone was pleasantly conversational.
Claiborne called to the negro stable-men to quiet the dogs, snatched a lantern, and ran away through the pergola to the end of the garden and thence into the pasture beyond. Meanwhile Oscar, thinking Zmai badly hurt, did not fire again, but flung himself upon the fellow's broad shoulders and down they crashed against the door of the nearest pen.
A moment later Zmai had lifted the silent rider to the veranda, and flung him across the threshold. Durand, now aroused, fastened the horses to the veranda rail. Chauvenet caught up some candles from the mantel and lighted them.
Then he went on up the gradual slope of the meadow, until he came to the pasture wall. It was under the trees beneath which Oscar had waited for Zmai that he found her. "They told me you wouldn't dare venture out for a week," she said, advancing toward him and giving him her hand. "That was what they told me," he said, laughing; "but I escaped from my keepers."
Zmai swerved and shook himself free while he fiercely cursed his foe. Oscar's hands slipped on the fellow's hot blood that ran from a long crease in the side of his head. As they fell the pen door snapped free, and out into the starry pasture thronged the frightened sheep. "The letter give me the letter!" commanded Oscar, his face close to the Servian's.
"That is the sheep-stealer," said Oscar. "We shall catch him yes?" Zmai peered toward them uncertainly for a moment; then turned abruptly and ran toward the road. Oscar started to cut off his retreat, but Claiborne caught the sergeant by the shoulder and flung him back. "One of you at a time! They can turn the hounds on the other rascal. What's that you have there? Give it to me quick!"
Armitage, they had learned, used the Lamar telegraph office and they had decided to carry their business elsewhere. While they waited in the bare upper room of the inn for Zmai, the big Servian tramped up the mountain side with an aching head and a heart heavy with dread.
Captain Claiborne, waiting for his sister on the veranda, looked toward the stables, listening. Zmai approached the sheep-sheds rapidly, with still a hundred yards to traverse beyond them before he should reach the pasture wall.
"I do not require watching, my dear Durand," he had said. "A man in love, dearest Jules, sometimes forgets;" but they had gone into the Virginia hills amicably and were quartered with the postmaster. They waited now for Zmai, whom they had sent to the Springs with a message and to get Chauvenet's mail.
To-morrow night, however, or the following night or any other old night, as we say in America if you show yourself in these hills, my chief of staff shall have his way with you buzzard meat!" "The orders are understood," said Oscar, thrusting the revolver into the giant's ribs. "Now, Zmai, blacksmith of Toplica, and assassin at large, here is a letter for Monsieur Chauvenet. It is still early.
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