"To-morrow? To-morrow is of no use--I must go now, at once ... this very minute!" His voice rose, and the pilot looked at him with a questioning glance. "You are in a hurry, comrade! What bites you? Lenin is not dying, is he?" "Delay not, for God's sake, comrade! The White Knight is after us. He may arrive at any minute now." It was the smooth-tongued one who spoke. His words were not without effect. The pilot's face creased into ugly lines, and he turned upon Szamuelly with a threatening air: "Oh, ho, my friend! You do not speak altogether the truth. The White Knight! I have heard of him too often for my own peace of mind. You had best find some one else to take you. I do not relish hanging from the Suspension Bridge." He turned away. "I will make it ten, twenty thousand crowns, comrade, if you will but take me." He was sobbing now. The pilot laughed harshly. "Of what use are twenty thousand crowns in Hell, my friend? I prefer to spend them in Budapest. Find some one else." With streaming tears Szamuelly begged the pilots, one after another, to take him to Russia. Once there, so he told them, they would be safe from the White Knight's vengeance. But his pleas were of no avail. They--who did not yet know the Commune was cracking up, even at that very moment--had no wish to abandon Hungary yet, and besides, they sneered, there were Rumanian planes and Czech planes to pass before Russia was reached, and they had had enough fighting to last them for a while. Before five minutes had passed Szamuelly knew his quest was useless, and also by that time the train to Austria would be gone; before the next went, God alone knew what might happen! There was only one way out of the country. He turned to his fellow-Terrorists. "Comrades, drive like Hell for the Austrian frontier. It is the only thing left now." They bought petrol, for Szamuelly was afraid to confiscate, and started off, five minutes before Wenzel and Francis arrived. While the White Knight remained under cover Francis made inquiries. The pilots looked at him with suspicion when he asked if Szamuelly had been there, but he seemed too young to be connected with the White Knight, so they grinned and told him that he was not likely to see the commissary any more. "Why?" They laughed when Francis put the question. "Because he is on his way to Austria. The White Knight is after him." "The White Knight! Who the Hell is he?" asked Francis naïvely. In asking the question he had meant to be diplomatic, but when ten minutes passed before they had finished telling him all about the White Knight he cursed himself for being such an idiot. At length he got away. Wenzel's face hardened when he heard the news. "Well?" he said, and gazed at Francis. The boy grinned. "I am ready, monsieur."