"That is the token as I received it," said Ellerey.
As the brigand had held up the token Grigosie had leant forward to see it, the color mounting into his cheeks. Now his enthusiasm appeared to get the better of his prudence, and he cried out:
"Long live our country! Down with all who dishonor her! The golden cross gleams in the light of G.o.d"s good sun; it is a benediction on this day, a promise of brighter days to follow. Summon your legions, Vasilici, and on to Sturatzberg where the hornets are nesting ready for destruction."
The brigand glanced at the boy contemptuously.
"What bantam is this you have brought to crow for you?"
"The boy speaks well enough," said Ellerey. "There is the token, where is your answer?"
"Here, and here," was the quick answer, as he hurled the cross high into the air behind him, and at the same time blew a shrill whistle.
"That is Vasilici"s answer to liars, and this his swift punishment."
The man"s movements were so lithe and quick, so utterly unexpected, that he had sprung upon Ellerey before the words had fully left his lips. The long blade of his knife caught the sunlight, even as the golden cross had caught it a moment ago, and Ellerey"s upraised arm alone protected his breast from the downward thrust. But the swift stroke did not come. A revolver shot awoke the echoes of the hills, and with a howl the great brigand leapt backward, his knife falling harmlessly to the ground, and his arm useless to his side.
"The bantam"s answer," cried Grigosie. "To me, Captain!" It was at once evident that Vasilici had not ventured to the interview without support. The hills in front of them were immediately alive with men scrambling downward to the very ground the little band occupied. Men were in the ravine behind them rushing up to cut off retreat that way.
Cries and shouting were on every side, some calling for surrender, others shouting that the soldiers had been deceived by their Captain.
In the sudden confusion Ellerey gave quick commands, as, with sword in hand, he sprang to the rising ground where Grigosie stood; but his orders were either not heard or came too late for obedience. Before the soldiers could come to him, the brigands were between them.
"It is madness to stay," whispered Grigosie. "The hill behind us is clear." The boy fired twice in quick succession at men who had raised their rifles ready to fire at them, and although in answer a dozen bullets sang past them, the aim was faulty in the excitement.
"Shoot them both!" was the shout.
"Shoot them!" thundered Vasilici.
"Come," whispered Grigosie.
They scrambled upward together, the unevenness of the hillside protecting them for a moment from the flying bullets.
"I marked our direction," said Grigosie. "We can keep to this kind path for a little way, and with luck cross the open presently toward the horses."
They ran on, crouching lest their heads should be seen and mark the direction they had taken. Grigosie refilled the empty chambers of his revolver as he went, and Ellerey put up his sword and took his revolver instead. Behind them the firing had ceased, but they could not doubt that they were being swiftly followed; and spread over the open which they must needs cross, a hundred men probably barred their way.
"Unless they were already there when we pa.s.sed, they will hardly have time to intercept us," was Grigosie"s answer to this fear.
"Probably they were there, lad," said Ellerey. "We"ve about an equal chance with the hare that is being coursed."
"He gets away sometimes," was the answer.
They ran swiftly, mounting higher and higher as they went. Once they caught sight of men running in the path below them, and presently of others climbing the hillside to reach the summit before them, but no shout told them that they themselves had been seen.
"Don"t fire, Grigosie, unless it is absolutely necessary," said Ellerey.
"It would betray our whereabouts, and we shall want all our cartridges to stop them across the open."
The boy nodded and ran on.
"The top at last!" he exclaimed. "That height yonder is our mark. If we can reach it we shall be in sight of the horses. How far behind have we left them?"
He stood for a moment to look back along the ridge under which they had come. Some distance away men were coming into view.
"Quick, Grigosie; it"s speed now," said Ellerey.
The way before them was clear, and they ran side by side, careful of their steps lest a hole might mean a fall and a sprained ankle.
Presently a bullet pa.s.sed between them, and they began to run in zig-zag fashion to puzzle the marksmanship. Ellerey constantly turned to look back. There were many pursuers, some widely straggling, but a few of them were gaining rapidly. These did not pause to fire; they ran, judging their pace and distance to a nicety. Long before the point for which the fugitives were making could be reached these men would be upon them.
"We must stop them, Grigosie."
The lad looked back. He was beginning to pant heavily.
"Not yet," he said; "they are not close enough."
So they ran on. It was evident to Ellerey that the boy"s pace was palpably slackening, and there was yet some distance to cover to the height, to say nothing of the final dash for the horses. The men behind were rapidly overtaking them. Ellerey could hear the dull, rhythmic pad of the running feet.
"Twelve paces, Grigosie," he murmured, "then turn sharply. Do not kill, lame them; their companions may stop to help them."
Ellerey counted the twelve paces aloud, and then they both turned. Four shots rang out sharply, and three of the foremost runners stumbled and fell. An answering bullet cut through Ellerey"s coat sleeve, and there was the pain as of a hot skewer laid for a moment on his flesh as he and Grigosie ran on again.
"Every step lessens the distance, lad," he said encouragingly. "That will teach them to keep a little farther in the rear."
Still Ellerey turned constantly to watch their pursuers. One or two had stopped by their wounded companions, but the rest held on their way, undeterred by the fate of their comrades. Twice again did Ellerey count twelve paces, and he and Grigosie turned together and fired. The foremost runner on the last occasion was Grigosie"s mark, and he missed him. The man had bounded forward to make his capture when Ellerey"s revolver sounded again. It was not the moment to hazard a shot, to aim at the swiftly moving limbs. The man leapt into the air and fell sprawling on his face, and with one spasmodic kick lay still. Grigosie turned and ran on again without a word. They were close to the height now. It was to their left, and the boy pointed to a depression which lay between it and another elevation. The way was narrow, which was in their favor, and if only the brigands were not in force on the other side, and Grigosie had made no mistake in the direction, there was a chance of escape.
Ellerey let Grigosie enter the narrow way first, and then paused in the entrance. Only two men followed them, and seeing Ellerey stop, they fired. Ellerey fired twice in answer, and without waiting to see if the shots had taken effect dashed after Grigosie.
The boy had made no mistake. They had come out half-way down the rising ground which they had climbed directly after dismounting. Below them stood Stefan and Anton with the horses, and higher up the slope above them more of the brigands were hastily descending. Some of the men had gone this way to cut off their retreat, and the fugitives had not a moment to waste in their final dash for freedom.
Ellerey fired into the air to put Stefan on the alert, and seizing Grigosie"s arm--for the boy was nearly beaten--he dashed down the steep incline. Stefan saw them and spoke quickly to Anton, who for a moment seemed inclined to lose his head. The soldier"s sharp command steadied him, and the moment Grigosie was beside him he lifted him bodily into the saddle and then sprang to his own.
"No others?" Stefan shouted, wheeling Ellerey"s horse round toward him.
"No."
Without a word Stefan cast loose the reins of the other horses, and the next instant the four riders were galloping for dear life up the pa.s.s, Ellerey and Grigosie in the centre, Anton and Stefan on either side. Knee to knee they galloped, their bodies low upon their horses"
necks. Several shots followed them, but went wide of the mark, and a bend in the pa.s.s soon covered them. Still they held on their way, speaking no word. There was only the sound of the rapidly beating hoofs and the rough purring of the leather as the legs rubbed the saddles.
Ellerey thought that along the pa.s.s any surprise or ambush was impossible. He had taken careful notice of the mountain walls which shut them in, but he was not so satisfied that they would find the castle open to them. Those who occupied it, if any were there, could hardly have heard of the failure of the meeting yet, and he therefore hoped that he might gain possession of it by stratagem. To ride out of the pa.s.s would be madness, with the armies from Sturatzberg guarding the plain. The castle was their only hope--their place of refuge, as Grigosie had prophetically called it.
Ellerey drew rein presently.
"We have distanced them," he said. "What do you think, Stefan--will the castle be empty?"
The soldier shrugged his shoulders.
"If any brigands still occupy the hills about it, they cannot know that our mission has failed."
"These fellows manage to signal very quickly to one another," Stefan answered.
"Then we must fight for its possession. It is our only chance."