THE VINTAGE
Mitsos' eyes flashed.
"I understand," he said; "black corn, and good for Turks."
"For the first journcy that will be all," went on Petrobey. "Yanni will be with you, and it will be simple enough. After that you may have to go here, there, anywhere. You will certainly have to go to Nauplia, whore you will find Nicholas; and Yanni will, I am afraid, have to go to Tripoli for a little while."
"The black devil take Tripoli," muttered Yanni.
"And why does Yanni go to Tripoli?" asked Mitsos.
"Perhaps he will not, but if he goes it will be as a hostage for my good conduct. But there is no need to be so round-eyed, Mitsos; we are not going to have him murdered. I shall not behave badly till he is safe again. Dear me, yes, I wish I could go instead. Mehemet Salik has a cook of a thousand, But—who knows?—idle words may reach the Turks at Tripoli, and if so I shail send Yanni as a hostage. But about this journey you must be as quick and quiet as you can. Never answer any questions about Nicholas or me or yourselves—you cannot be too careful. Never sleep in a village when you have given a message. Sleep mostly by day out in the woods and travel at night, though you must be careful to arrive at the village where you give these messages by day in the manner of ordinary peasants. Finally, be ready to run, if running is possible; if not, to fight. Which would you prefer?"
Mitsos kicked out a log tentatively.
"I have no marked choice," he said; "perhaps I would rather fight."
"I hope no need will come. Try to avoid any suspicion, I don't think you need provoke any. But if you do, remember that you must try to run away
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