CHAPTER XI.
THE REBEL ENCAMPMENT.
I left the General and hastened to my own quarters. Savelitch received me with his usual admonitions.
“What pleasure do you find, my lord, in fighting against drunken robbers? Is that the kind of occupation for a nobleman? All hours are not alike, and you will sacrifice your life for nothing. It would be all well and good if you were fighting against the Turks or the Swedes, but it is a shame to mention the name of the enemy that you are dealing with now.”
I interrupted him in his speech by the question:
“How much money have I left?”
“You have a tolerably good sum still left,” he replied, with a look of satisfaction. “In spite of their searching and rummaging, I succeeded in hiding it from the robbers.” So saying, he drew from his pocket a long knitt
