"Ay, but they can"t speak!" roared Sapt in grim triumph.
"We"ve got "em! How can they denounce you without denouncing themselves?
This is not the King, because we kidnapped the King and murdered his servant. Can they say that?"
The position flashed on me. Whether Michael knew me or not, he could not speak. Unless he produced the King, what could he do? And if he produced the King, where was he? For a moment I was carried away headlong; but in an instant the difficulties came strong upon me.
"I must be found out," I urged.
"Perhaps; but every hour"s something. Above all, we must have a King in Strelsau, or the city will be Michael"s in four-and-twenty hours, and what would the King"s life be worth then--or his throne? Lad, you must do it!"
"Suppose they kill the King?"
"They"ll kill him, if you don"t."
"Sapt, suppose they have killed the King?"
"Then, by heaven, you"re as good an Elphberg as Black Michael, and you shall reign in Ruritania! But I don"t believe they have; nor will they kill him if you"re on the throne. Will they kill him, to put you in?"
It was a wild plan--wilder even and more hopeless than the trick we had already carried through; but as I listened to Sapt I saw the strong points in our game. And then I was a young man and I loved action, and I was offered such a hand in such a game as perhaps never man played yet.
"I shall be found out," I said.
"Perhaps," said Sapt. "Come! to Strelsau! We shall be caught like rats in a trap if we stay here."
"Sapt," I cried, "I"ll try it!"
"Well played!" said he. "I hope they"ve left us the horses. I"ll go and see."
"We must bury that poor fellow," said I.
"No time," said Sapt.
"I"ll do it."
"Hang you!" he grinned. "I make you a King, and--Well, do it. Go and fetch him, while I look to the horses. He can"t lie very deep, but I doubt if he"ll care about that. Poor little Josef! He was an honest bit of a man."
He went out, and I went to the cellar. I raised poor Josef in my arms and bore him into the pa.s.sage and thence towards the door of the house.
Just inside I laid him down, remembering that I must find spades for our task. At this instant Sapt came up.
"The horses are all right; there"s the own brother to the one that brought you here. But you may save yourself that job."
"I"ll not go before he"s buried."
"Yes, you will."
"Not I, Colonel Sapt; not for all Ruritania."
"You fool!" said he. "Come here."
He drew me to the door. The moon was sinking, but about three hundred yards away, coming along the road from Zenda, I made out a party of men.
There were seven or eight of them; four were on horseback and the rest were walking, and I saw that they carried long implements, which I guessed to be spades and mattocks, on their shoulders.
"They"ll save you the trouble," said Sapt. "Come along."
He was right. The approaching party must, beyond doubt, be Duke Michael"s men, come to remove the traces of their evil work. I hesitated no longer, but an irresistible desire seized me.
Pointing to the corpse of poor little Josef, I said to Sapt:
"Colonel, we ought to strike a blow for him!"
"You"d like to give him some company, eh! But it"s too risky work, your Majesty."
"I must have a slap at "em," said I.
Sapt wavered.
"Well," said he, "it"s not business, you know; but you"ve been good boy--and if we come to grief, why, hang me, it"ll save us lot of thinking! I"ll show you how to touch them."
He cautiously closed the open c.h.i.n.k of the door.
Then we retreated through the house and made our way to the back entrance. Here our horses were standing. A carriage-drive swept all round the lodge.
"Revolver ready?" asked Sapt.
"No; steel for me," said I.
"Gad, you"re thirsty tonight," chuckled Sapt. "So be it."
We mounted, drawing our swords, and waited silently for a minute or two.
Then we heard the tramp of men on the drive the other side of the house.
They came to a stand, and one cried:
"Now then, fetch him out!"
"Now!" whispered Sapt.
Driving the spurs into our horses, we rushed at a gallop round the house, and in a moment we were among the ruffians. Sapt told me afterwards that he killed a man, and I believe him; but I saw no more of him. With a cut, I split the head of a fellow on a brown horse, and he fell to the ground. Then I found myself opposite a big man, and I was half conscious of another to my right. It was too warm to stay, and with a simultaneous action I drove my spurs into my horse again and my sword full into the big man"s breast. His bullet whizzed past my ear--I could almost swear it touched it. I wrenched at the sword, but it would not come, and I dropped it and galloped after Sapt, whom I now saw about twenty yards ahead. I waved my hand in farewell, and dropped it a second later with a yell, for a bullet had grazed my finger and I felt the blood. Old Sapt turned round in the saddle. Someone fired again, but they had no rifles, and we were out of range. Sapt fell to laughing.
"That"s one to me and two to you, with decent luck," said he. "Little Josef will have company."
"Ay, they"ll be a _partie carree_," said I. My blood was up, and I rejoiced to have killed them.
"Well, a pleasant night"s work to the rest!" said he. "I wonder if they noticed you?"
"The big fellow did; as I stuck him I heard him cry, "The King!""
"Good! good! Oh, we"ll give Black Michael some work before we"ve done!"