“I don't know,” said he, gruffly. “I can't see why you should ask.”
“Why don't you get up?” cried the youth, impatiently.
“There's a young fellow here importuning me to ask you for a place in
the wagon. He thinks he knows this stranger.”
“Let him get in at once, then; and let's have no more delays.” And
scarcely had we scrambled to our places, than the loud whip resounded
with the quick, sharp report of pistol-shots, and the beasts sprung out
at once, rushed through the narrow gateway, and were soon stretching
along at their topmost pace through impenetrable blackness.
Crouching in the straw at the bottom of the wagon, I crept as closely as
I could to where the doctor was seated beside the young man who drove.
I was eager to hear what I could of the incident that had befallen; but,
to my great disappointment, they spoke in Hungarian, and all I could
gather, from certain dropping expressions, was that both the Count and
his English friend had been engaged in some rivalry of personal daring,
and that the calamity had come of this insane contest. “They'll never
say 'Mad as a Hunyadi' any longer up at Lees. They 'll say 'Mad as an
Englishman.'”
The young fellow spoke in wondrous admiration of the wounded man's
courage and coolness, and described how he had taught them to pass a
light ligature round his thigh, and tighten it further by inserting a
stick to act as a screw. “Up to that,” said he, “he had been bleeding
like a tapped Wein-kass; and then he made them give him large goblet» of
strong Bordeaux, to sustain him.”
“He's a bold-hearted fellow then?” said the doctor.
“The Count declares he has never met his equal. They were alone together
when I started, for the Englishman said he had something for the Count's
own ear, and begged the others to withdraw.”
“So he thought himself in danger?”
“That he did. I saw him myself take off a large signet ring and lay it
on the table beside his watch, and he pointed them out to Hunyadi as he
came in, and said something in English; but the Count rejoined quickly,
'No, no. It's not come to that yet.'”
While they spoke slowly, I was able to gather at least the meaning of
what passed between them, but I lost all clew so soon as they talked
eagerly and rapidly, so that, confused by the unmeaning sounds, and made
drowsy by the fresh night-air, I at last fell off into a heavy sleep.
I was awakened by the noise of the wheels over a paved street. I looked
up, and saw, by the struggling light of a breaking dawn, that we were in
a village where a number of people were awaiting us. “Have you brought
the doctor?” “Where is the doctor?” cried several together; and he was
scarcely permitted to descend, so eager were they to seize and carry him
off.
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