"I believe the hound speaks truly," said Peter. "Come! we have no time to waste here." Leaving the whimpering peasant tied, they hurried down to the court-yard, and soon were in the saddle again. The splendid animals they rode responded nobly. They were of a famous Arabian strain, which his grandfather had introduced into his stable many years before, and Peter, who led the little band, did not spare them. On and on they raced, but it was late afternoon when they neared the end of the trail, for several hours had been consumed in the detour to the hunting-lodge. About a half mile from the foot of the eminence on which the chateau stood, they came to a halt, and after a short consultation decided it would be best to wait till after dark before trying to effect an entrance. Accordingly, they dismounted, and leading their horses a little distance into a sheltering wood, they waited impatiently until night fell. Even then they agreed, though reluctantly, that it would be the wiser plan to wait another two hours at least, when there would probably be fewer people stirring about the chateau. At last, and it seemed an eternity to Paul, as he waited in the gloomy wood with his heart heavy with anxiety for his dear love--at last he heard the signal given which told him the time had come. And soon they were in the road again. It was intensely dark beneath the trees, and Paul could feel light boughs and sometimes heavy branches scrape along his shoulders. Suddenly they stopped, and Paul saw that they were in a little clearing. Then the flame of a match outlined the shape of a gate. "Here we are," cried Peter, in a low voice. They dismounted and, gathering around Peter, discussed the situation quickly. It was agreed at length that Verdayne, with Andrieff and Alexis, should pass the gate and proceed to the chateau to reconnoitre, while Peter remained with the others at the gate until they should return. Paul started forward therefore with the overseer and Peter's cousin. He pulled back the iron catch and to his surprise found that the gate was unlocked. "Come!" he said, as he pulled it open, and the three went in together. CHAPTER XXVI But as Paul strode in his eager foot found no foothold, and he pitched forward, to find himself plunged up to the neck in icy water. So great was the shock that a little involuntary exclamation escaped him as he spluttered and blew the water from his mouth. A couple of strokes brought him back to the gate again, and as he clutched it he looked up at the silent house. Even as he did so he caught a little spit of flame from one of the windows and a bullet splashed into the water beside his head. There was another spit of flame, and he felt his knuckles tingle as though they had been rapped with a red-hot iron. Then Andrieff gripped him by the collar, and with his aid he scrambled back onto the path.