remain. Do your hussars know where you have gone to?"
"I said nothing."
"Hum! It is clear that we cannot be starved here. They must come to us if they are to kill us. Behind a barricade of barrels we could hold our own against the five rascals whom we have seen. That is, probably, why they have sent that messenger for assistance."
"We must get out before he returns."
"Precisely, if we are to get out at all."
"Could we not burn down this door?" he cried.
"Nothing could be easier," said I. "There are several casks of oil in the corner. My only objection is that we should ourselves be nicely toasted, like two little oyster pâtés."
"Can you not suggest something?" he cried, in despair. "Ah, what is that?"
There had been a low sound at our little window, and a shadow came between the stars and ourselves. A small, white hand was stretched into the lamplight. Something glittered between the fingers.
"Quick! quick!" cried a woman's voice.
We were on the barrel in an instant.
"They have sent for the Cossacks. Your lives are at stake. Ah, I am lost! I am lost!"
There was the sound of rushing steps, a hoarse
