CHAPTER XLII
THE DESERTED HUNTING LODGEOur own horses were already at the appointed place, together with Pavloff and the Duke's little band of "recruits;" sturdy young moujiks these, as I saw now by the gray light of dawn, cleaner and more intelligent-looking than most of their class.
They were freshly horsed, for they had taken advantage of the confusion in the town to "commandeer" re-mounts,--as they say in South Africa. There were horses for Anne, and her cousin, too. Pavloff, like his son, was a man who forgot nothing.
Anne had already revived from the faintness that overcame her on the steps of the synagogue. I had heard her talking to Loris, as we came along; more than once she declared she was quite able to walk, but he only shook his head and strode on.
He set her down now, and
