The Servian, on his knees before Durand, suffered the torrent of abuse meekly. He was a scoundrel, hired to do murder; and his vilification by an angered employer did not greatly trouble him, particularly since he understood little of Chauvenet"s rapid German.
In half an hour Chauvenet was again in a fury, learning at Lamar that the operator had gone down the road twenty miles to a dance and would not be back until morning.
The imperturbable Durand shivered in the night air and prodded Chauvenet with ironies.
"We have no time to lose. That message must go tonight. You may be sure Monsieur Armitage will not send it for us. Come, we"ve got to go down to Storm Springs."
They rode away in the starlight, leaving the postmaster alarmed and wondering. Chauvenet and Durand were well mounted on horses that Chauvenet had sent into the hills in advance of his own coming. Zmai rode grim and silent on a clumsy plow-horse, which was the best the publican could find for him. The knife was not the only weapon he had known in Servia; he carried a potato sack across his saddle-bow. Chauvenet and Durand sent him ahead to set the pace with his inferior mount. They talked together in low tones as they followed.
"He is not so big a fool, this Armitage," remarked Durand. "He is quite deep, in fact. I wish it were he we are trying to establish on a throne, and not that pitiful scapegrace in Vienna."
"I gave him his chance down there in the valley and he laughed at me. It is quite possible that he is not a fool; and quite certain that he is not a coward."
"Then he would not be a safe king. Our young friend in Vienna is a good deal of a fool and altogether a coward. We shall have to provide him with a spine at his coronation."
"If we fail--" began Chauvenet.
"You suggest a fruitful but unpleasant topic. If we fail we shall be fortunate if we reach the hospitable sh.o.r.es of the Argentine for future residence. Paris and Vienna would not know us again. If Winkelried succeeds in Vienna and we lose here, where do we arrive?"
"We arrive quite where Mr. Armitage chooses to land us. He is a gentleman of resources; he has money; he laughs cheerfully at misadventures; he has had you watched by the shrewdest eyes in Europe,--and you are considered a hard man to keep track of, my dear Durand. And not least important,--he has to-night s.n.a.t.c.hed away that little cablegram that was the signal to Winkelried to go ahead. He is a very annoying and vexatious person, this Armitage. Even Zmai, whose knife made him a terror in Servia, seems unable to cope with him."
"And the fair daughter of the valley--"
"Pish! We are not discussing the young lady."
"I can understand how unpleasant the subject must be to you, my dear Jules. What do you imagine _she_ knows of Monsieur Armitage? If he is the man we think he is and a possible heir to a great throne it would be impossible for her to marry him."
"His tastes are democratic. In Montana he is quite popular."
Durand flung away his cigarette and laughed suddenly.
"Has it occurred to you that this whole affair is decidedly amusing? Here we are, in one of the free American states, about to turn a card that will dethrone a king, if we are lucky. And here is a man we are trying to get out of the way--a man we might make king if he were not a fool! In America! It touches my sense of humor, my dear Jules!"
An exclamation from Zmai arrested them. The Servian jerked up his horse and they were instantly at his side. They had reached a point near the hunting preserve in the main highway. It was about half-past one o"clock, an hour at which Virginia mountain roads are usually free of travelers, and they had been sending their horses along as briskly as the uneven roads and the pace of Zmai"s laggard beast permitted.
The beat of a horse"s hoofs could be heard quite distinctly in the road ahead of them. The road tended downward, and the strain of the ascent was marked in the approaching animal"s walk; in a moment the three men heard the horse"s quick snort of satisfaction as it reached leveler ground; then scenting the other animals, it threw up its head and neighed shrilly.
In the dusk of starlight Durand saw Zmai dismount and felt the Servian"s big rough hand touch his in pa.s.sing the bridle of his horse.
"Wait!" said the Servian.
The horse of the unknown paused, neighed again, and refused to go farther. A man"s deep voice encouraged him in low tones. The horses of Chauvenet"s party danced about restlessly, responsive to the nervousness of the strange beast before them.
"Who goes there?"
The stranger"s horse was quiet for an instant and the rider had forced him so near that the beast"s up-reined head and the erect shoulders of the horseman were quite clearly defined.
"Who goes there?" shouted the rider; while Chauvenet and Durand bent their eyes toward him, their hands tight on their bridles, and listened, waiting for Zmai. They heard a sudden rush of steps, the impact of his giant body as he flung himself upon the shrinking horse; and then a cry of alarm and rage. Chauvenet slipped down and ran forward with the quick, soft glide of a cat and caught the bridle of the stranger"s horse. The horseman struggled in Zmai"s great arms, and his beast plunged wildly. No words pa.s.sed. The rider had kicked his feet out of the stirrups and gripped the horse hard with his legs. His arms were flung up to protect his head, over which Zmai tried to force the sack.
"The knife?" bawled the Servian.
"No!" answered Chauvenet.
"The devil!" yelled the rider; and dug his spurs into the rearing beast"s flanks.
Chauvenet held on valiantly with both hands to the horse"s head. Once the frightened beast swung him clear of the ground. A few yards distant Durand sat on his own horse and held the bridles of the others. He soothed the restless animals in low tones, the light of his cigarette shaking oddly in the dark with the movement of his lips.
The horse ceased to plunge; Zmai held its rider erect with his left arm while the right drew the sack down over the head and shoulders of the prisoner.
"Tie him," said Chauvenet; and Zmai buckled a strap about the man"s arms and bound them tight.
The dust in the bag caused the man inside to cough, but save for the one exclamation he had not spoken. Chauvenet and Durand conferred in low tones while Zmai drew out a tether strap and snapped it to the curb-bit of the captive"s horse.
"The fellow takes it pretty coolly," remarked Durand, lighting a fresh cigarette. "What are you going to do with him ?"
"We will take him to his own place--it is near--and coax the papers out of him; then we"ll find a precipice and toss him over. It is a simple matter."
Zmai handed Chauvenet the revolver he had taken from the silent man on the horse.
"I am ready," he reported.
"Go ahead; we follow;" and they started toward the bungalow, Zmai riding beside the captive and holding fast to the led-horse. Where the road was smooth they sent the horses forward at a smart trot; but the captive accepted the gait; he found the stirrups again and sat his saddle straight. He coughed now and then, but the hemp sack was sufficiently porous to give him a little air. As they rode off his silent submission caused Durand to ask:
"Are you sure of the man, my dear Jules?"
"Undoubtedly. I didn"t get a square look at him, but he"s a gentleman by the quality of his clothes. He is the same build; it is not a plow-horse, but a thoroughbred he"s riding. The gentlemen of the valley are in their beds long ago."
"Would that we were in ours! The spring nights are cold in these hills!"
"The work is nearly done. The little soldier is yet to reckon with; but we are three; and Zmai did quite well with the potato sack."
Chauvenet rode ahead and addressed a few words to Zmai.
"The little man must be found before we finish. There must be no mistake about it."
They exercised greater caution as they drew nearer the wood that concealed the bungalow, and Chauvenet dismounted, opened the gate and set a stone against it to insure a ready egress; then they walked their horses up the driveway.
Admonished by Chauvenet, Durand threw away his cigarette with a sigh.
"You are convinced this is the wise course, dearest Jules?"
"Be quiet and keep your eyes open. There"s the house."
He halted the party, dismounted and crept forward to the bungalow. He circled the veranda, found the blinds open, and peered into the long lounging-room, where a few embers smoldered in the broad fireplace, and an oil lamp shed a faint light. One man they held captive; the other was not in sight; Chauvenet"s courage rose at the prospect of easy victory.
He tried the door, found it unfastened, and with his revolver ready in his hand, threw it open. Then he walked slowly toward the table, turned the wick of the lamp high, and surveyed the room carefully. The doors of the rooms that opened from the apartment stood ajar; he followed the wall cautiously, kicked them open, peered into the room where Armitage"s things were scattered about, and found his iron bed empty. Then he walked quickly to the veranda and summoned the others.
"Bring him in!" he said, without taking his eyes from the room.
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.