count preskoff's old steward received his orders with scarce a look of surprise, singular though they must have seemed to him. a russian is accustomed to unquestioning obedience to the orders of his superior, and although never before had count preskoff issued such strange and unaccountable commands to the steward, the thought never occurred to the latter of questioning them for a moment.

when he had left the room, the count turned to the midshipmen, and his brow relaxed. "i cannot tell you," he said, "under what obligation you have placed me and my family. little did we think that any little kindness we might show to you, strangers and prisoners here, would be returned by a service of a hundredfold greater value. the danger which hangs over us may for the time be averted by your discovery. i know my enemy too well to suppose that it is more than postponed, but every delay is so much gained. i have news to-day that the czar is alarmingly ill. should heaven take him, it would be the dawn of a better era for russia. his son is a man of very different mould. he has fallen into disgrace with his father for his liberal ideas, and he is known to think, as i do, that serfdom is the curse of the empire."

"but surely," dick hawtry said, "if we draw out a document signed by us and alexis, saying that we overheard the plot to obtain false evidence against you, the emperor would not believe other false accusations which your enemies might invent?"

"you little know russia," the count said. "i believe that nicholas, tyrannical and absolute as he is, yet wishes to be just, and that were such a document placed in his hands, it would open his eyes to the truth. but my enemies would take care that it never reached him. they are so powerful that few would dare to brave their hostility by presenting it. nor, indeed, surrounded as nicholas is by creatures whose great object is to prevent him from learning the true wishes of his people, would it be easy to obtain an opportunity for laying such a document before him. even were the attempt made, and that successfully, such doubts would be thrown upon it, that he might well be deceived. it would be said that the evidence of alexis, a serf devoted to his master, was valueless, and that you, as strangers, very imperfectly acquainted with the language, might well have misunderstood the conversation. count smerskoff would swear that he was only repeating statements which paul had previously made to him, and that he only promised money because paul insisted that, as a first condition of his informing against me, he should receive funds to enable him to leave this part of the country, where his life would assuredly be unsafe. i will thankfully take such a document from you, my friends, for it may be useful, but i must not trust too much to it. now come with me," he continued, as the steward reappeared. "you have seen how a russian noble can be kind to his serfs; you will now see how he punishes traitors."

followed by the steward and the two midshipmen, the count proceeded to the stables. here, by the light of the lantern, they saw paul standing, bound against the manger. his features were ghastly pale and contracted with fear. his conscience told him that his treachery had been discovered. alexis and the two servants were standing by, in the attitude of stolid indifference habitual to the russian peasant.

"demetri, you, ivan, and alexander will be the court to try this man whom i accuse of being a traitor, who has plotted against my life and liberty, who would have sent me to the gallows or siberia, and seen my wife and children turned beggared and disgraced on the world. you will form the court, and decide whether he is innocent or guilty. if the latter, i will pass sentence. alexis and these english gentlemen are the witnesses against him."

the midshipmen first, and then alexis related the conversation they had overheard.

"you have heard the evidence," the count said, turning to demetri. "what is your opinion? is this man innocent or guilty?"

"he is guilty," the old man said, "of the basest treachery towards the best and kindest master in russia, and he deserves to die."

"and so say we," said the other two together, looking with loathing horror at the prisoner; for in russia for a serf to conspire against his master was a crime deemed almost equal in atrocity to parricide.

"you hear, paul," his master said, sternly looking at him; "you have been found guilty, and must die. alexis, you restrained yourself for my sake from taking the life of this wretch when you heard him plotting against me; you will now act as executioner."

"right willingly," the man replied, taking down a huge axe which hung by the wall.

the wretched prisoner, who had hitherto maintained an absolute silence, now burst into an agony of cries, prayers for mercy, and curses. seeing in the unmoved countenances of his judges that nothing would avail, and that alexis was approaching him; he screamed out a demand for a priest before he died.

"that is reasonable," the count said. "go into the house, demetri, and ask papa ivanovitch to come hither"—for in the family of every russian noble a priest resides, as a matter of course.

presently the priest arrived with the steward.

"papa ivanovitch," the count said, "you are, i know, devoted to the family in which your father and grandfather were priests before you. you can, therefore, be trusted with our secret, a secret which will never go beyond those present. you are here to shrive a man about to die."

then the count related the incidents of the discovery of the treachery of the prisoner, and the priest, who shared with the serfs their veneration and affection for their lord, could scarcely overcome his repugnance and horror of the prisoner so far as to approach and listen to him.

for five minutes all present withdrew from the stable, leaving the priest and the prisoner alone together. then the door opened and the priest came out.

"it is finished," he said. "may god pardon the sinner!" and he moved away rapidly towards the house.

alexis spoke a word to his fellow-servants, and these lifted a heavy log from the wood-pile in the courtyard, and carried it into the stable. then they seized paul, and in spite of his screams and struggles laid him with his head across the log. alexis raised the heavy axe in the air; it flashed in the light of the lantern; there was a dull, heavy thud, and the head of the traitor rolled on the ground.

"now," the count said, unmoved, "put a horse into a cart, take picks and shovels, and carry the body of this traitor out to the forest and bury it there. dig a hole deeply, that the wolves may not bring it to light. demetri will give each of you to-morrow fifty roubles for your share in this night's work, and beware that you never let a syllable concerning it pass your lips, even when you are together and alone. alexis, on you i bestow your freedom, if you care to have it, and also, as a gift to yourself and your heirs after you, the little farm that was vacant by the death of nouvakeff last week."

so saying, followed by the two midshipmen who had been awed, but not disapproving spectators of the tragedy, he returned to the house, and led the way back to his study.

"you do not disapprove," he asked gravely, "of what i have done? it is not, i know, in accordance with your english ideas, nor even in russia may a noble take a serf's life, according to law, though hundreds are killed in fits of hasty passion, or by slow ill-treatment, and no inquiry is ever made. still, this was a case of life against life. my safety and happiness and that of my dear wife and daughters were concerned, and were the lives of fifty serfs at stake, i should not hesitate."

although the boys felt that the matter, if brought before an english court of justice, might not be favorably considered, their sympathies were so thoroughly with the count, that they did not hesitate to say that they thought he could not have acted otherwise than he had done, and that the life of the traitor was most justly forfeited.

"i shall now have a respite for a short time," the count said. "count smerskoff will of course be perturbed and annoyed at the non-appearance of his spy, and will after a time quietly set inquiries on foot. but i will tell demetri to give it to be understood that paul has asked for leave of absence for a few days to go to a distance to visit a friend who is ill. he was always a silent and unsociable fellow, and the others will not wonder at his having started without mentioning his intention to any of them."

"what are we to say to the ladies, sir?" jack asked. "we must invent some reason for our mysterious absence."

"yes," the count agreed. "i would not burden them with such a secret as this on any account."

"i have an idea, sir," jack said after a pause. "you know that beautiful pair of ponies which were brought here yesterday for sale? the ladies were in raptures over them, but you said that the price was preposterous, and that the owner wanted as much for them as you had given for your best pair of carriage horses. now, sir, if you were to order alexis to go over at daybreak to the town to purchase them, and have them at the door in a pony-carriage by breakfast-time, this would seem to explain the whole mystery of the coachman's coming to see you, and our private conference."

"it is a capital plan," the count assented; "admirable, and i will carry it out at once. it is true i refused to buy them, for we have all contributed to the extent of our means to enable the emperor to carry on the war, and i am really short of money. but of course the purchase of the ponies is not a matter of importance, one way or the other."

upon the party returning to the drawing-room, they were assailed with questions; but the count told his daughters that their curiosity must remain unsatisfied until after breakfast on the morrow; and with this assurance they were obliged to be satisfied, although olga pouted and told jack that he had entirely forfeited her confidence. fortunately it was now late, and the lads were not called upon long to maintain an appearance of gayety and ease which they were very far from feeling.

when they retired to their rooms, they had a long talk together. both agreed that, according to english law, the whole proceeding was unjustifiable; but their final conclusion was that things in russia were altogether different to what they were in england, and that, above all things, it was a case in which "it served him right."

nevertheless it was long before they got to sleep, and for weeks the scene in the stable was constantly before their eyes, and the screams and entreaties of the dying man rang in their ears.

the next morning the sight of the ponies delighted the girls, and in their pleasure at the purchase they accepted at once the solution of the mystery, and never thought of questioning whether the long conference between their father and the midshipmen on the preceding evening was fully accounted for by the gift of the ponies.

five days elapsed, and then one morning a sergeant rode up with an official letter for the count. the latter opened it and read an order from the governor for him to transfer the english prisoners in his charge to the bearer of the letter, who would conduct them to the quarters assigned to them. most reluctantly the count ascended the stairs and informed the boys of the order which he had received.

"it is simply done to annoy me," he said. "no doubt he has heard that you ride about the estate with me and are treated as members of the family, and he thinks, and rightly, that it will be a serious annoyance to me if you are transferred elsewhere. however, i can do no less than obey the order, and i can only hope that you will spend most of your time here. alexis shall bring the carriage over every morning for you, wherever you may be quartered."

the girls were as indignant and aggrieved as even the midshipmen could wish to see them, but there was no help for it. a quarter of an hour later a carriage was at the door, a portmanteau well filled with clothes placed behind, and with the sergeant trotting alongside, the boys left the chateau where they bad been so hospitably entertained, promising to come over without fail the next morning.

they were conducted to the governor's house, and taken not to the large room where he conducted his public business, and where they had before seen him, but to a smaller room, fitted up as a private study on the second floor. the governor, who looked, jack thought, even more savage and ill-tempered than usual, was seated at a writing-table. he signed to the sergeant who accompanied them to retire, and pointed to two chairs. "so," he said, "i am told that you are able to converse fairly in russian, although you have chosen to sit silent whenever i have been present, as if you did not understand a word of what was being said. this is a bad sign, and gives weight to the report which has been brought to me, that you are meditating an escape."

"it is a lie, sir," dick said firmly, "whoever told it you. as to our learning russian, we have, as you see, picked up a little of the language, but i'm not aware of any rule or law by which gentlemen, whether prisoners or otherwise, are obliged to converse, unless it pleases them to do so. you never showed any signs of being even aware of our presence in the room, and there was therefore no occasion for us to address you."

"i do not intend to bandy words with you," the governor replied savagely. "i repeat that i am informed you meditate attempting an escape, and as this is a breach of honor, and a grave offence upon the part of officers on parole, i shall at once revoke your privilege, and you will be confined in the same prison with common soldiers."

"in the first place," jack said, "as my friend has told you, the report of our thinking of escaping is a lie. if we had wanted to escape, at any rate from this place, we could have done it at any time since we have been here. in the second place, i deny that we are prisoners on parole. we did not give you our promise, because you did not ask for it. you said to dr. bertmann, in our hearing, that our parole was no matter, one way or the other, as it would be impossible for us to escape. the doctor can of course be found, and will, i am sure, bear out what i say."

"silence, sir!" shouted the governor. "i say that you were prisoners on parole, and that i have discovered you intended to break that parole. you will be committed to prison, and treated as men who have forfeited all right to be considered as officers and gentlemen."

the boys sat silent, looking with contempt at the angry russian. the latter believed that he had now cowed them. he sat for a few minutes silent, in order to allow the prospect of imprisonment and disgrace to produce its full effect. then he continued in a milder voice, "i do not wish to be severe upon such very young officers, and will therefore point out a way by which you may avoid the imprisonment and disgrace which your conduct has merited, and be enabled still to enjoy your freedom as before."

"what is it?" dick asked briefly.

"it is this," the governor said. "i have here before me," and he touched some documents lying on the table, "a report which i am about to forward to the czar respecting count preskoff. the report is not altogether favorable, for the count is a man of what are called advanced opinions. he has curious ideas as to the treatment of serfs, and has, no doubt, in your hearing expressed himself favorable to their emancipation."

the boys were silent.

"he has, i doubt not, done so, for he is rash and open of speech. i have here before me an information sworn to that effect, and if you will place your names as witnesses to it, i will not only pardon the indiscretion of which you have been guilty, but will do all in my power to make your stay pleasant."

the boys were speechless with indignation at the infamy of the proposal, and doubted not that the document contained far weightier charges than those specified by the governor.

"who has signed that document?" jack asked.

"i do not know that the name can matter to you," the governor said, "but it is one of the servants of the count, one paul petrofski."

"then," dick said, starting to his feet, "it is a forgery. paul petrofski never signed that document."

"what do you mean?" the governor exclaimed, leaping to his feet also, and laying his hand on his sword, while his face grew white with passion. "do you accuse me of forgery?"

"i repeat," dick said, his indignation altogether mastering his prudence, "that it is a forgery. you have never seen paul petrofski since i heard you offer him one thousand roubles at the cross-roads that night to betray his master."

with a short cry which reminded jack of the sharp snarl of the wolves in the night in the forest, the russian drew his sword and rushed upon dick. the latter threw up his arm to defend himself, but the blow fell, cutting his arm severely, and laying open a great gash on his cheek.

the russian raised his arm to repeat the blow, when jack sprang upon him from behind, seizing him round the waist, and pinning his arms to his side.

the count struggled furiously, but jack was a strongly built english lad of nearly sixteen years old, and he not only retained his grasp, but lifted his struggling captive from his feet. "open the window, dick!" he shouted. "it's his life or ours now." dick though nearly blinded with blood, sprang to the window and threw it up.

there was a short, desperate struggle, as the russian shouting furiously for aid, strove with his feet to keep himself away from the window, but dick struck these aside. with a mighty effort jack pushed his captive forward, and in another moment he was thrown through the open window. a rush of heavy steps was heard on the stairs. in an instant jack darted to the table, seized the documents upon it, and cast them into the fire in the stove, slammed the door, and was standing by the window with dick, when an officer and several soldiers burst into the room.

"what is the matter?" the former exclaimed; "and where is the governor?"

"the matter is," jack said, quietly turning round, "that the governor has drawn his sword, and, as you see, tried to kill my friend. in order to prevent his doing so, my friend and i have thrown the governor out of the window."

"thrown the governor out of the window!" gasped the astonished officer.

"yes," jack said. "it was painful, but we had to do it. if you look out, i fancy you'll see him."

the officer ran to the window.

"good heavens!" he exclaimed; "it is true. they are lifting him up already. he seems to me to be dead. you will have to answer for this," he said, turning to the lads.

"of course we shall answer for it," jack said. "he brought it on himself. his temper, as no doubt you are aware, was not always under strict control."

the officer could not help smiling. he had himself often experienced the effects of that want of control of his temper on the part of his superior, and was at heart by no means sorry at the prospect of a new governor.

"his excellency's temper was hasty," he said. "however, gentlemen, that is no business of mine." then, turning to the soldiers, he continued, "you will take these officers into custody, and remain here in charge of them until you have further orders." he then left them, to inquire into the state of the governor. the soldiers muttered remarks to each other, by no means indicative of sorrow, for the tyranny of the governor had made him hated by all below him. one of them at jack's request at once went out and returned with a jug of cold water and a towel, with which jack bathed dick's wounds, which were bleeding severely, and the midshipman was scarcely able to stand from loss of blood. jack vainly attempted to stop the bleeding. "we must have a surgeon," he said, turning to the soldiers, "or, as you see, my friend will bleed to death. no doubt there are plenty of them below. will one of you go and ask one of them to come up here, telling him how urgent is the need?"

after a consultation among themselves, one of the soldiers retired, and in a minute or two returned with a surgeon, in whom, to his great delight, jack recognized doctor bertmann, who upon seeing dick's state at once proceeded to attend to him. cutting off his coat and shirt-sleeve, he examined his arm, from which the blood was flowing in a stream.

"one of the small arteries is cut," he said. "it is lucky that aid was at hand, or he would have assuredly bled to death." the severed artery was speedily found and tied up, and then the wound on the face was plastered and bandaged, and dick, as he lay on the couch, for he was far too weak to stand, felt comparatively comfortable.