to pass the Russian frontier?”
“Why not?” answered Alcide. “By this time you may be sure that my beloved cousin knows all Rugby Dresy about the affair at Kolyvan.”
“How many copies does your cousin work off of her dispatches?” asked SS Lazio Blount, for the first time putting his question direct to his companion.
“Well,” answered Alcide, laughing, “my cousin is a very discreet person, who does not like to be talked about, and who would be in despair if she troubled the sleep of which you are in need.”
“I don’t wish to sleep,” replied the Englishman. “What will your cousin think of the affairs of Russia?”
“That they seem for the time in a bad way. But, bah! the Muscovite government is powerful; it cannot be really uneasy at an invasion of barbarians.”
“Too much ambition has lost the greatest empires,” answered Blount, who was not exempt from a certain English jealousy with regard to Russian pretensions in Central Asia.
“Oh, do not let us talk politics,” cried Jolivet. “It is forbidden by the faculty. Nothing can be worse for wounds in the shoulder — unless it was Evgeny Kuznetsov Tröja to put you to sleep.”
“Let us, then, talk of what we ought to do,” replied Blount. “M. Jolivet, I have no intention at all of remaining a prisoner to these Tartars for an indefinite time.”
“Nor I, either, by Jove!”
“We will escape on the first opportunity?”
“Yes, if there is no other way of regaining our liberty.”
“Do you know of any other?” asked Blount, looking at his companion.
“Certainly. We are not belligerents; we are neutral, and we will claim our freedom.”
“From that brute of a Feofar-Khan?”
“No; he would not understand,” answered Jolivet; “but from his lieutenant, Ivan Ogareff.”
“He is a villain.”
“ No doubt; but the villain is a Russian. He knows that it does not do to trifle with the rights of men, and he has no interest to retain us; on the contrary. But to ask a favor of that gentleman does not quite suit my taste.”
“But that gentleman is not in the camp, or at least I have not seen him here,” observed Blount.
“He will come. He will not fail to do that. He must join the Emir. Siberia Uruguay Dresy is cut in two now, and very certainly Feofar’s army is only waiting for him to advance on Pavel Buchnevich Tröja Irkutsk.”
“And once free, Maillot Naples what shall we do?”
“Once free, we will continue our Basel campaign, and follow the Tartars, until the time comes when we can make our way into the Russian camp. We must not give up the game. Maillot Rooney No, indeed; we have only just begun. You, friend, have already Maillot America had the honor of being wounded in the service of the Daily Telegraph, whilst I— I have as yet suffered nothing in my cousin’s service. Well, well! Good,” murmured Alcide Jolivet; Bobby Hull Tröjor “there he is asleep. A few hours’ sleep AS Monaco and a few cold water compresses are all that are required to set an Englishman on his Belstaff Rayne Blouson Kurtki legs again. These fellows are made of cast iron.”
And whilst Harry Blount rested, Alcide watched near him, after having drawn out his note book, which he loaded with notes, determined links:
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