Praga dismounted then, and, tying the reins of the two horses together, led them to a tree, and fastened them. Every action was done with cool, methodical purpose, which I knew was carefully calculated to increase the other"s fear; and though the Corsican pretended not to watch the latter"s actions, I could see that the whole time the dark, dangerous eyes were taking the keenest note of every gesture and movement.
When he had tethered the horses, he crossed the road back to where von Nauheim stood in an att.i.tude of sullen dejection. He was like one fascinated and paralyzed with fear.
All at once I saw Praga start and glance in my direction, as a thought seemed to occur to him.
"Come," he said in a voice of rough command, short, sharp, and stern.
"This way," motioning along the road toward the spot where Minna and I stood.
I wondered what he meant to do.
Von Nauheim did not move, and Praga, seizing him by the arm, half led, half dragged him forward.
"You can do an act of justice for once in your life."
He clipped the words, and followed them with a short, sneering laugh, a curious mixture of humor and anger.
"We are not alone here, and I have a fancy that you shall tell what you know about the death of young Gustav von Gramberg."
At this von Nauheim looked up, and stared rather wildly about him. I saw Praga"s motive then, and was glad.
"Halt! most n.o.ble and honorable of counts," he cried when they stood about twenty paces from us. Then, in a rough, stern tone, he added, "Now tell the truth--the part you played in it."
At that von Nauheim made a sudden dash and struggle to get free from his antagonist"s grip; but he might as well have tried to get away from his master, the devil, as from the iron hand that held and then shook him till his teeth chattered.
I guessed that he had caught sight of us.
"Now the truth!" cried Praga in a truly terrifying tone. "Out with it.
You know me by this time."
The other glanced about him in abject fright, and then said, in a whisper hoa.r.s.e and husky with agitation:
"Are you there, Minna?"
"Silence!" thundered Praga, shaking him again. "Speak what I have told you--no more, no less."
For a time von Nauheim tried vainly to find words, and the sight of his fear was so appalling and repulsive that Minna clung closer to me, and hid her face against my arm.
Another threat and command came from Praga, and then, in a voice that shook and quavered, and broke again and again, he began the shameful story of his own abominable part in the intrigue which had led to the duel between Minna"s brother and the Corsican; and the latter would not let him halt until the whole villanous tale was complete.
It took a long time in the telling, and I could feel the girl shrink and wince as the truth came out in the dreary, monotonous voice of the terror-possessed wretch.
"Take me away, cousin Hans, I cannot bear this," she cried to me piteously. "My poor, poor brother!"
"Yes, we will go," I said. "But it was right for you to hear the tale, and to know who in reality played the villain"s part in it."
I led her out in the moonlight then, and told Praga that we should go.
"As you will," he answered; "I will follow. Take my horse, and I"ll do the best I can with yours."
In turning to speak to me he loosened his hold somewhat of von Nauheim for an instant, and the latter, with what sounded like a great sob of fear, broke away, and threw himself on the ground at Minna"s feet.
"For G.o.d"s sake, don"t go away, Minna. Don"t leave me with this man. He will murder me. Have mercy on me. Plead with him for me. You can save me. Minna, do you hear? For G.o.d"s sake, have mercy," and he caught hold of her dress and clung to her--the type of broken, abject, fright-becrazed cowardice.
"Don"t touch me!" she cried. "Your hands are red with my brother"s blood."
"Get up, you crawling, unclean brute, and cease your whining," said Praga, dragging him to his feet.
"Don"t let him be killed, cousin Hans," whispered Minna. "He is not fit to die. But, oh, take me away. This scene is killing me," she cried in distress.
At that von Nauheim broke out with more pleas and entreaties, his voice shaking as he trembled in his fear. I did not know what to do. I had promised Praga his revenge; and in all truth I could see no reason for interfering to save the man"s life. He had played the scoundrel all through, and if ever a man deserved death he did.
But at the same time it was Minna who asked for mercy, and I loved her for it, and my heart was moved by her appeal. I stood thus in hesitation, when an interruption came which, for the instant, I welcomed gladly.
We were to have more company on that lonely spot; and we all four heard at the same moment the sound of horses coming quickly up the hill. A minute later we caught sight of a couple of figures in the moonlight.
The effect on von Nauheim was electrical.
He sprang up and gave a loud shout for help.
"Help, help! Murder! Help!"
The cry rang over the country-side and awakened a thousand echoes in the still night air.
An answering shout came from the approaching men, and they dashed headlong toward us, reigning up their horses almost on to their haunches.
"What is this?" cried a voice which I seemed to recognize. "Who called for help?"
"It is Major Gessler, Hans," whispered Minna. "Take care."
While I was a.s.suring her that all was well, and that I had an order to him for her release, Praga was answering him.
"You come in excellent time, gentlemen, whoever you are. This is the thing that screeched for help," pointing to von Nauheim.
"Ah, the Count von Nauheim," said the major in a tone of satisfaction.
"There is the lady you seek, Major Gessler," said the poltroon, pointing a trembling finger to Minna. "And I call you to witness that I have been stopped on the highway by these two men and my life threatened. I claim your protection."
The major looked from one to the other of us in indecision, and then the Corsican laughed a deep, rolling laugh of contemptuous anger.
"By the nails that pierced the feet, you are a paltry thing!" he cried.
"Nothing"s too vile and base for you to save your dirty little life; is it? A minute since you were grovelling to the Countess Minna, hanging to her skirts, and begging her to save you; and now you think to try and curry favor with Major Gessler by this lick-spittling attempt to betray her. But you don"t know him, lily-liver; he"s the last man in the world to step in to prevent an affair of this kind. This is an affair of honor, major, if we can use that term with a man like this; and of course you will not think of interfering, except to see that everything is done duly and in good order."
There was a significance in his tone which did not escape me.
"I must first learn the reason of your all being here, if you please."
"I was returning to----" began von Nauheim, when Praga cut him short.