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i no Englishman, on the contrary, ap
peared especially organized to listen
and to hear. When his aural appara
tus had been once struck by tho sound
of a voice, he could not forget it, and
after ten or even twenty years he
•would have recognized it among a
thousand. His ears, to be sure, had
r.ot the power of moving as freely as
those of animals who are provided with
large auditory flaps; but, since scien-
tilie men know that human ears pos
sess, in fact, a very limited power of
movement, we should not be far wrong
in affirming that those of the said
Englishman became erect and turned
in all directions while endeavoring to
gather in the sounds in a manner ap
parent only to the naturalist.- it must
bo observed that this perfection of
sight and hearing was of wonderful
assistance to these two men in their
vocation, for the Englishman acted as
correspondent for The Daily Telegraph
and the Frenchman as correspondent
of the—of what newspaper or of what
newspapers he did not say, and when
asked he replied in a jocular manner
that he corresponded with “his cousin
Madeleine.” This Frenchman, however,
beneath his careless surface was won
derfully shrewd and sagacious. Even
while speaking at random, perhaps the
better to hide his desire to learn, he
never forgot himself. His loquacity
even helped him to conceal his thoughts,
and he was perhaps even more discreet
- than his confrere of The Daily Tele
graph.
It is needless to say that these two
men were devoted to their mission in
the world—that they delighted to throw
themselves in the track cf the most un
expected intelligence; that nothing ter
rified or discouraged them from suc
ceeding; that they possessed the im
perturbable sang froid and the genuine
intrepidity of men of their calling. En
thusiastic jockeys in this steeplechase,
this hunt after information, they leap
ed hedges, crossed rivers, sprang over
fences with the ardor of pure blooded
racers who will run “a good first” or
die.
Their journals did not restrict them
with regard to money, the surest, the
most rapid, the most perfect element
of information known to this day. It
must also be added, to their honor, that
neither the one nor the other ever look
ed or listened at the walls of private
life and that they only exercised their
vocation when political or social inter
ests were at stake. In a word, they
made what has been for some years
called “the great political and military
reports.”lgB'V v WM ■ jjsjifefelS.11
. It will be seen In following them that
they had generally an independent
mode of viewing events and, above all.
their consequences,
eaen naving his
own way of observing and appreciat
ing. The object to he obtained being
of adequate value, they never failed to
expend the money required.
The French correspondent was nam
ed Alcide Joiivet. Harry Blount was
the name of the Englishman. The dis
similarity of their characters, added to
a certain amount of jealousy, which j
generally exists between rivals in the
same calling, might have rendered
them but little sympathetic. However,
they did not avoid one another, but en
deavored rather to exchange with each
other the news of the day. They were
two sportsmen, after all, hunting on
the same grounds, in the same pre
serve. That which one missed might
be advantageously secured by the oth
er, and it was to their interest to meet
and converse together.
From these two correspondents Mi
chael learned that the town itself was
menaced by the Tartar vanguard, and
two days before the authorities had
j been obliged to retreat to Tobolsk.
There was not an officer nor a soldier
left in Ichim.
On arriving at the relay Michael Stro
goff immediately asked for horses.
He had been fortunate in distancing i
the berlin.
Only three horses were in a fit state
to he immediately harnessed. The otb- j
ers had just come in worn out from a !
long stage. j
The postmaster gave the order to
put to. I
As the two correspondents intended J
to stop at Ichim, they had not to trou- i
hie themselves to find means of trans
port and therefore had their carriage
put away.
In ten minutes Michael was told that
his tarantass was ready to start.
“Good,” said he.
Then, turning to the two reporters,
he said:
“Well, gentlemen, since you remain
at Ichim, I wish you success in the
prosecution of your mission.”
“What, Mr. Korpanoff,” said Alcide
.Tolivet, “shall you not stop even for an
hour at Ichim?”
“No, sir, and I also wish to leave the
nosthouse before the arrival of a berlin
which I distanced.”
“Are you afraid that the traveler will
dispute the horses with you?”
“I particularly -wish to avoid any dif
ficulty.”
“It is possible that we shall meet you |
again in a few days at Omsk,” added
Blount.
“It is possible,” answered Michael,
“since I anf going straight there.”
“Well, I wish you a safe journey, Mr.
Korpanoff,” said Alcide.
Almost immediately the sound of a
carriage was heard outside, the door
was nung open and a man appeared.
It was tho traveler of the berlin. a
military looking man, apparently about
fort} - years of age, tall, robust in fig
ure, broad shouldered, with a strongly
sot head and thick mustache meeting
red whiskers. He wore a plain uni
form. A cavalry saber hang at his
side, and in his hand he held a short
handled whip.
“Horses.” he demanded, with the air
of a man accustomed to command.
“I have no more disposable horses,”
answered the postmaster, bowing.
'“I must have some this moment.
“It is impossible.”
“What are those horses which have
just been harnessed to the tarantass I
saw at the door?”
“They belong to this traveler,” an
swered the postmaster, pointing to Mi
chael Strogoff.
“Take them-out!” said the traveler
In a tone which admitted of no reply.
Michael then advanced.
“These horses are engaged by me,”
he said.
“What does that matter? I must
have them. Come, he quick; I have no
time to lose.”
“I have no time to lose either,” re
plied Michael, endeavoring to be calm,
but restraining himself with difficulty.
Nadia was near him, calm also, but
secretly uneasy at a scene which it
would have been better to avoid.
“Enough!” said the traveler.
Then, going up to the postmaster:
“Let the horses be taken out of the
tarantass and put into my berlin,” be
exclaimed, with a threatening gesture.
The postmaster, much embarrassed,
did not know whom to obey and looked
at Michael, who evidently had the right
to resist the unjust demands of the
traveler.
Michael hesitated an instant. He did
not wish to make use of his podorojna,
which would have drawn attention to
him, and he was most unwilling either
by giving up his. horses to delay his
journey, and yet it was important not
to engage in a struggle which might
compromise his mission.
The two reporters looked at him,
ready to support him should he appeal
to them.
“My horses will remain in my car
riage,” said Michael, but without rais
ing his tone more than would be suit
able for a plain Irkutsk merchant.
The traveler advanced toward Mi
chael and laid his hand heavily on his
shoulder.
“Is it so?” he said in a rough voice.
“You will not give up your horses to
me?”
“No,” answered Michael.
“Very well, then they shall belong to
whichever of us is able to start. De
fend yourself, for I shall not spare
you!”
ed himself. A duel! It was more than
a delay; it was perhaps the failure of
his mission. It would be better -to
lose some hours. Yes, but to swallow
this affront!
“Will you fight now, coward?” re
peated the traveler, adding coarseness
to brutality.
“No,” answered Michael, without
moving, but looking the other straight
in the face.
“The horses this moment,” said the
man and left the room. The postmas
ter followed him.
The effect produced on the reporters
by this incident was not to Michael’s
advantage. Their discomfiture was vis
ible. How could this strong young
man allow himself to be struck like
that and not demand satisfaction for
such an insult? They contented them
selves with bowing to him and retired.
A moment afterward the noise of
wheels and the cracking of a whip
showed that the berlin, drawn by the
tarantass’ horses, was driving rapidly
away from the posthouse.
Nadia, unmoved, and Michael, still
quivering, remained alone In the room.
The courier of the czar, his arms
crossed over his chest, was seated mo
tionless as a statue. However, a color
which could not have been the blush
of shame had replaced the paleness on
his manly countenance.
Nadia did not doubt that powerful
reasons alone could have allowed him
to suffer so great a humiliation from
such a man.
Then, going up to him as he had come
to her in the police station at Nijni
Novgorod, she said:
“l'our hand, brother.”
And at the same time her hand with
an almost maternal gesture wiped away
a tear which sprung to her compan
ion’s eyes.
a uurn.
“For my country and the Father,” he
muttered as he ended his evening pray
er.
He especially felt a groat wish to
know who was the man who had
struck him, whence lie came and where
he was going. As to his face, the fea
tures of it were so deeply engraved on
his memory that he had no fear of
ever forgetting them.
Michael at last asked for the post
master. The latter, a Siberian cf the
old type, eamo directly and, looking
rather contemptuously at the young
man, waited to be questioned.
“You belong to the country?” asked
Michael.
“Yes.”
“Do you know that man who took
my horses?”
“No.”
“Had you never seen him before?”
“Never.”
“Who do you think he was?”
“A man who knows how to make
himself obeyed.”
Michael fixed his piercing gaze upon
the Siberian, but the other did not
quail before it
“Do you dare to judge me?” exclaim
ed Michael.
twenty vc-rsts distant.
The Irtish is a iarge river and one of
the principal of those which flow to
ward the north of Asia. Rising in the
Atai mountains, it flows from the
southeast to the northwest and emp
ties itself into tho Obi after a coarse of
nearly 7.000 versts.
At this time of year, when all the
rivers of tho Siberian basin are much
swollen, the waters of the Irtish were
very high. In consequence the current
was changed to a regular torrent, ren
dering the passage difficult enough,
swimmer could not have crossed, how
ever powerful a one he might be, and
even in a ferryboat there would be
some danger.
But Michael and Nadia, determined
to brave all perils whatever they might
be. did not dream of shriuking from
this one.
However, Michael proposed to his
young companion that he should cross
first, embarking in the ferryboat with
the tarantass and horses, as he feared
that the weight of this load would ren
der It less safe. After landing the car-
, riage on the opposite bank bo would
; return and fetch Nadia.
1 The girl refused. It would be the
CHAPTER YII.
ADIA, with the clear per>
ception of a right mind
ed woman, guessed that
some secret motive di
rected all Michael Stro-
goff’s actions; that he for
a reason unknown to her
did not belong to himself; that he had
not the power of doing what he de
sired, and that in this instance especial
ly he had heroically sacrificed to duty
even his resentment at the gross injury
he had received.
Nadia, therefore, asked no explana
tion from Michael. Had not the hand
which she had extended to him already j
replied to ail that he might have been I
able to tell her?
Michael remained silent all the even
ing. The postmaster not being able to
supply them with fresh horses until
the next, morning, a whole night must
“Yes,” answered the Siberian,
there are some things that even a plain
j merchant cannot receive without re-
! turning.”
“Blows r
“Blows, young man. I am of an age
and strength to tell you so.”
Michael went up to the postmaster
and laid his two powerful hands on liis
shoulders.
Then in a peculiarly calm tone he
said:
“Be off, my friend; be off! I could
kill you.”
The postmaster understood this time.
“I like him better for that,” he mut
tered as he retired without adding an
other word.
At 8 o'clock the next morning, the
24th of July, three strong horses were
harnessed to the tarantass. Michael
and Nadia took their places, and Ichim,
with its disagreeable remembrances,
was soon left far behind.
The next day, July 25, at 3 o’clock in
the morning, the tarantass arrived at
the posthouse in Tioukalrnsk, having
accomplished a distance of 120 versts
since it had crossed the Ichim.
They rapidly changed horses. Here,
however, for the first time the driver
for I an hour, and she would not
i for her safety alone be the cause of it.
i The embarkation was made not with-
; out difficulty, for the banks were partly
| flooded and the boat could not get in
| near enough.
i However, after half an hour’s exer-
I tlon the boatmen got the tarantass and
the three horses on board. Michael,
Nadia and the driver embarked also,
and they shoved off.
For a few minutes all went well. A
little way up the river the current was
broken by a long point projecting from
the bank and formed an eddy easily
crossed by the boat. The two boatmen
propelled their barge with long poles,
which they handled cleverly, but as
they gained the middle of the stream
It grew deeper and deeper until at last
they could only just reach the bottom.
The ends of the poles were only a foot
above the water, which rendered their j
use difficult and insufficient. Michael I
and Nadia, seated in tho stern of the
boat and always in dread of a delay,
watched the boatmen with some un
easiness.
“Look out!” cried one of them to his
comrade.
The shout was occasioned by the new
the rate cf two versts an hour when
Michael, springing to his feet. Lent his
gaze up the river.
Several boats, aided by oars as well
as by the current, were coming swiftly
down upon them.
Michael's brow contracted, and °n ex
clamation escaped him.
“What is the matter?” asked the girl.
But before Michael had time to reply
one of the boatmen exclaimed in au ac
cent of terror:
“The Tartars! The Tartars!”
They were indeed boats full of sol
diers, and in a few minutes they must
reach the ferryboat, it being too heav
ily laden to escape from them.
The terrified boatmen uttered excla
mations of despair and dropped their
poles.
“Courage, my friends!” cried Michael.
“Courage! Fifty rubles for you if we
reach the right bank before the boats
overtake us!”
Incited by these words, the boatmen
again worked manfully away, hut it
soon became evident that they could
not escape the Tartars.
It was scarcely probable that they
would pass without attacking them.
On the contrary, there was everything
to be feared from robbers such as
these.
“Do not be afraid, Nadia,” said Mi
chael, “but be ready for anything.”
“I am readv.” reDlied Nadia.
[TO BE CONTINUED.J
i be passed at the bouse. Nadia could
So saying the traveler drew bis saber i profit by it to take some rest> aad a
from its sheath, and Nadia threw her
self before Michael.
Blount and Alcide Jollvet advanced
toward him.
“I shall not fight,” sa.'d Michael quiet
ly, folding his arms across his chest.
“You will not fight?”
“No.”
“Not even after this?” exclaimed the
traveler, and before any one could pre
vent him he struck Michael’s shoulder
with the handle of the whip. At this
insult Michael turned deadly pale. His
hands moved convulsively, as If he
would have knocked the brute down.
But bv a tremendous effort hp mnster-
room was therefore prepared for her.
The young girl would no doubt have
preferred not to leave her companion,
but she felt that he would rather be
alone, and she made ready to go to her
room.
Just as she was about to retire she
could not refrain from going up to Mi
chael to say good night.
“Brother,” she whispered.
But he checked her with a gesture.
The girl sighed and left the room.
Michael Strogoff did not lie down.
He could not have slept even for an
hour. The place on which he had been
struck bv the brutal traveler felt like
made difficulties about starting, declar-, direction the beat was rapidly taking.
It had got into the direct current and
was being swept down the river. By
diligent use of the poles, putting the
ends in a series cf notches cut below
the gunwale, the boatmen managed to
keep their craft against the stream and
slowly urged it in a slanting direction
toward the right bank.
They calculated on reaching it some
five or six versts below the landing
place; but, after all, that would not
matter so long as men and beasts could
disembark without accident. The two
stout boatmen, stimulated, moreover,
by the promise of double fare, did not
doubt of succeeding in this difficult
passage of the Irtish.
But they reckoned without an Inci
dent which they were powerless to pre
vent, and neither their zeal nor their
ing that detachments of Tartars were
roving across the steppe and that trav
elers, horses and carriages would be a
fine prize for such robbers.
Only by dint of a large bribe could
Michael get over the unwillingness of
the driver, for in this iustauee. as In
many others, he did not wish to show
his podorojna. The last ukase, having
been transmitted by telegraph, was
known in the Siberian provinces, and a
Russian specially exempted from obey
ing these orders would certainly have
drawn public attention to himself, a
thing above all to be avoided by the
czar's courier. As to the driver’s hesi
tation, either the rascal traded on the
traveler’s impatience or he really had
good reason to fear some misfortune. \
However, at last the tarantass start- !
ed and made such good way that by 3 skillfulness could under the clrcum-
in the afternoon it had reached Kou- stances have done more,
latsiuskoe, eighty versts farther on., 1 The boat was in the middle of the
An hour after this it was on the banks current at nearly equal distances from
of the Irtish. Omsk was now only either shore and beiug carried down at
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