The Baron's Sons: A Romance of the Hungarian Revolution of 1848Jókai, Mór
History
The Baron's Sons: A Romance of the Hungarian Revolution of 1848
Jókai, Mór
Hungary -- History -- Uprising of 1848-1849 -- Fiction
Before long a signal-fire blazed up on the hill from which the
fugitives had noted the beacon-lights. Thus far, then, their pursuers
had tracked them, and no doubt they would be about their ears in a few
minutes. Richard and Paul were bathed in perspiration, and there were
still thirty led horses to be driven over the bridge.
"I hear a trumpet behind us," said one of the men; "wouldn't it be
best to leave the extra horses and each man look out for himself?"
"No," said Richard; "there must not be a single horse left behind.
Let no one ride on until every horse is over."
His order was obeyed, and not a man stirred from the spot until all
the reserve horses were across the bridge. By that time the trumpet
notes were very near, and the white mantles of the pursuing horsemen
could be discerned in the darkness. Richard gave Paul a whispered
order, whereupon the old hussar disappeared with two companions. Then
the bridge was heaped with dry brushwood, the rest of the tar poured
over it, and the whole set on fire. As the flames shot upward the one
band of horsemen could see the other, face to face. Richard swung
himself into his saddle, and ordered his men to move forward,
carefully, over the narrow dike and down the ravine. He himself
remained behind until all had preceded him.
The cuirassiers did not reach the mill in a body, having become
greatly scattered in the course of their hot pursuit. Otto Palvicz,
however, was in the lead, his full-blooded stallion being best able to
stand the strain of the twenty hours' continuous chase. With him were
but a score of his men, and there was no telling how long the others
might be in joining him; yet he spurred his horse on as if he would
have crossed the burning bridge. The animal, however, would not be
driven into the fire.
"Captain Richard Baradlay!" shouted Palvicz.
"Here I am, Major Otto Palvicz," came back the answer.
"Surrender yourself my prisoner!"
"Come over and get me!"
"I will, all in good time, you may depend upon it."
"But not to-night."
"Yes, to-night. I sha'n't halt till I have caught you."
"But you can't cross the broken dike."
"It won't delay us more than an hour. By that time we shall be across
and at your heels again. You can't escape me."
"We'll see about that."
During this dialogue a rushing of water became audible from the
direction of the fish-pond, and Otto Palvicz noticed that an added
flood was pouring through the break in the dike and widening the
rupture.
"I have had the fish-pond sluices raised," said Richard, "and you will
hardly fill in this gap in an hour's time."
Otto Palvicz saw that the other was right. "I see that I cannot cross
immediately," he admitted; "but if you are a cavalier, stay where you
are and let us fight it out over fire and water. Will you join me in a
pistol duel?"
"With all my heart."
"We will fire at each other until one of us falls from his horse."
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