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Nevada City High School - The Quill (371.QUI.1910)(1910) (76 pages)
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Page: of 76
24 THE QVILL
thirty-five or forty minutes—though it seemed an age to the watchers—part of the casement was. removed and a catlike tread was heard
in the room. As the muffled feet approached the door that led to the
large hall, the Count threw the cloak from the lamp, and three voices
called out simultaneously:
“Attempt to defend yourselves and you are dead men.”
The brigands, with revolvers in their hands, turned around,
but seeing themselves covered by three cavalry pistols, offered no resistance and suffered themselves to be disarmed and bound. In the
pocket of one was found a bottle of chloroform, which was to be used
in putting the count to sleep before removing him from the house.
“Nowitski, you are a wealthy man,” said the Count. ‘There
are twenty thousand roubles offered for the capture of these men, who
are the most desperate that ever cursed Russia. Yes, sir—there is a
reward of twenty thousand roubles offered for their capture and you
shall have every copeck of it. Why, man, what are you crying about?”
“For joy,” replied Petroff. “I was on my way to the iron-works.
T could not see my family starve; now, thanks to the Great Almighty,
I can return to Katrina and the children, whom I never expected to
see again.” '
“Then you shall,” said the Count, “and in my finest sledge.”
The astonished inhabitants of Obvinsk could hardly believe their
eyes when they saw the splendid equipage, with footmen and outriders, stop in front of Nowitski's humble cottage and a footman assist
Petroff to alight. Great was Katrina’s happiness at the return of her
husband; far greater her surprise, though she did not know where he
had gone, nor could any one tell her what direction he had taken.
Today there is no happier man in Russia than Petroff.
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