“He is alone,” said the old man.
“Alone,” repeated Kosma and Damian.
The tramp approached, was right there and halted suddenly.
“Come out here, some one,—hold the horse!”
The old man jumped out quickly. A moment of silence followed, then to those waiting in the barn came the following conversation,—
“Is that you, Kyemlich? What the thunder! art mad, or an i***t? It is night, Miller is asleep. The guard will not give admission; they say that no officer went away. How is that?”
“The officer is waiting here in the barn for your grace. He came right away after you rode off; he says that he missed your grace.”
“What does all this mean? But the prisoner?”
“Is hanging.”
The door squeaked, and Kuklinovski pushed into the barn; but before he had gone a step two iron hands caught him by the
