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Nevada City High School - The Quill (371.QUI.1910)(1910) (76 pages)
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Page: of 76
THE QVILL 23
open window and lying down in the new-mown hay, soon forgot his
troubles in slumber.
It was about midnight when he was awakened. by the sound of
voices. He lay perfectly stiil and listened. Just outside the door he
could hear two men talking.
“This isn’t the stable,” he heard some one say.
“No, d—n it,” replied the other. “I remember now, the stables
are back of the castle; we will go and take three of the best horses and
lead them over by the gate. We will not only get a handsome ransom for the Count, but will have three of his horses besides. Come,
we have no time to waste: we must be at the rendezvous at three!”
The sound of footsteps soon died away in the distance. Petreff then arose and dropping out of the window, noiselessly approached the castle and pulled the large brass knocker. Its echoes had
scarcely died away when a servant came to the door and inquired
what was wanted.
“T must see your master at once,” replied Petroff in a low voice.
“You must come in the morning,” replied the servant; ‘master
has long since retired fatigued with the chase of the day.”
“IT must see your master at once!” returned Petroff. “I may
save his life. Go and deliver my order,” he demanded.
Seeing that something of importance required the immediate attention of the Count, the servant hasti'y departed. Coming back in a
few minutes, he admitted Petroff and conducted him to the Count,
who had slipped into a dressing gown and was sitting on the side of
the bed.
“Well, fellow, what brings you here at such an unseemly hour?’
asked the Count in an exasperated voice.
“Your own security,” answered Petroff, boldly. He then, in a
few words, related his story.
“Well, that is audacity, in truth,” said the Count in a tone of
surprise. “I was captured once by brigands and had to pay a round
sum for my freedom, but I never thought of any one’s entering the castle to commit such a deed. Perhaps we will turn the tables this time.”
The servant who had answered the knock was called in and to
him the Count told the tale.
“There is no use in alarming the household,” he said; “we
three can easily take them. They will probably effect an entrance by
way of the butlery and as soon as they are well in the house we must
take them.”
Silently the three descended to the butlery, the Count leading
the way with a lamp, over which was thrown a large cloak so that its
rays could not be seen. Secreting themselves in different parts of
the room, they nervously awaited developments.
Soon after the clocks of the castle struck one, a file was heard;
swiftly and almost noiselessly going through the iron casement. In.