clear that this Russian Count, being in the back cellar while we were in the front one, had not heard the sounds which would have told him that the house was once again in the hands of his own allies. If he should once understand this the tables would be turned, and I should be his prisoner instead of he being mine. What was I to do? I was at my wits' end, when suddenly there came to me an idea so brilliant that I could not but be amazed at my own invention.
"Count Boutkine," said I, "I find myself in a most difficult position."
"And why?" he asked.
"Because I have promised you your life."
His jaw dropped a little.
"You would not withdraw your promise?" he cried.
"If the worst comes to the worst I can die in your defence," said I; "but the difficulties are great."
"What is it, then?" he asked.
"I will be frank with you," said I. "You must know that our fellows, and especially the Poles, are so incensed against the Cossacks that the mere sight of the uniform drives them mad. They precipitate themselves instantly upon the wearer and tear him limb from limb. Even their officers cannot restrain them."
