The sight of a burly, black-bearded Russian of forbidding aspect,
half-maddened moreover by drink, rushing at one's hiding-place, is
calculated to inspire the bravest with trepidation, and in the case of
Phil and Tony it can be recorded, without fear of their incurring the
epithet of coward, that both were more than a little alarmed for their
safety. But they were in a cage--in an extremely tight corner without
doubt--and, rendered desperate by the knowledge, and that recapture
meant, if not death, certainly ill-treatment, they determined to make a
light for it.
"Silence him at all costs," Phil whispered rapidly. "Let him pull the
door open, and then drag him in. I leave it to you to silence him,
Tony."
"Ay, I'll do that, never fear," was the hurried answer in a tone which
showed that though a handkerchief as a gag had possibly occurred to the
gallant Tony as a method, yet he knew of other and surer means.
A second later the handle was wrenched open, and the door flew back with
a bang, while the Cossack almost fell into the carriage.
There was a swish and a sounding crash, and he flopped into the hay
limply, stunned by a heavy blow from Tony's club, which, had it not been
for the thick astrakhan hat the Russian wore, would have settled his
fate there and then.
His helpless body was instantly dragged into the corner and a hurried
consultation held.
"We've got to fix up that other chap," said Tony grimly. "Now his pal's
gone the fat's in the fire."
"No doubt about it, Tony," agreed Phil. "We must silence both. Let us
get out and wait near the door for the other fellow. We can leave this
man for the present, for that crack you gave him will keep him quiet for
a time."
Tony chuckled.
"And he was the chap as was going to tie us up and whop us!" he said,
with huge enjoyment. "He was going to give us a taste of the rope! He
shall have some himself soon, but for the present the dose of stick will
suit him."
Shaking his club at the unconscious man, he followed Phil out of the
carriage and closed the door. Both crawled beneath the cart till close
to the niches down which the Russian must climb, and waited eagerly for
his appearance. But there was not a sound above, and nothing but the
certainty that he had ascended to the loft to convince them that he was
there still.
"What has happened to him?" asked Phil. "Do you think he heard the
noise below, and has escaped through the trap-door?"
"Not he," Tony answered with assurance. "He's up there, p'r'aps hiding,
but most like dead asleep. Listen. Perhaps we'll hear him."
There was a minute's silence, when both heard heavy snoring from the
loft, and looked at one another, uncertain how to proceed.
"We're in a fix," said Phil shortly. "We dare not move out of this till
nightfall, for the surrounding country is open; and we cannot leave this
fellow asleep up there. He may pull himself together at any moment and
search for his friend. Also if we climb up to him we are likely to
rouse him, and he will give the alarm before he can be silenced."
"Yes, it's a real fix, Phil; but we've got to get out of it," muttered
Tony, scratching his head in bewilderment. "Why not sing out to him in
his own lingo and tell him to come down?" he suddenly suggested. "Then
as he gets close to the ground we can nobble him."
"Of course; just the thing;" and Phil, who had heard Petroff address his
friend as "Nicholas", called to him in a low voice.
At first there was no response; but presently the man above moved, and
they heard him grumble something, and evidently turn over to sleep
again.
"Nicholas, here are the English. Remember our reward," cried Phil in a
harsh tone.
"Ah, what?" they heard the man say. Then there were sounds as if he had
risen to his feet and fallen again. But he was evidently fully aroused,
and soon his legs appeared through the opening above searching for the
first of the niches. He found it, and commenced to descend, while Phil
and Tony crept a little closer and prepared to dart out from beneath the
shelter of the cart and overpower him. Suddenly there was an oath as
one foot slipped from its hold, then a sharp cry of fear, and before
either Phil or Tony could utter an exclamation, the unhappy Cossack,
overpowered by drink, had lost his hold and fallen like a sack to the
ground, where he lay huddled in a heap, while a crimson stream ran from
his ears and nose.
Phil crept to his side and found that he was dead.
"We are saved our trouble," he said sorrowfully. "The poor fellow has
smashed his skull. What's to be done, Tony?"
His friend looked blankly round and shook his head.
"Blest if I know, Phil! Here we are with two Russian coves, one of them
dead, and here we've got to stick for a matter of four hours and more.
It beats me. The farmer chap saw them both come in here, and it won't
take long for him to search. It's a regular fixer."
"And the worst of it is too, Tony, that if we are found with this dead
man we shall be accused of having killed him. I have it. We'll hoist
him to the loft again, and place the other fellow alongside him. Then
we'll take up our quarters there. If we are discovered we can make a
good fight for it, and if the farmer comes in search he may think his
unwelcome visitors have left the shed to investigate some other spot and
will return to his house."
Tony looked at his friend as if to say, "Well, you're a good 'un," and,
without venturing on a remark, stepped to the wall and returned with the
traces which had already served as a rope. One of these was buckled
round the dead man, and the other trace attached. Then both climbed
into the loft and hoisted their burden after them. Another trip and the
still unconscious figure of their enemy Petroff was dragged up beside
them. The harness was returned to its peg, and with a hasty glance
round to make sure that there was nothing about the shed to show that a
struggle had taken place within it, Phil and Tony climbed into the
hay-loft and sat down to regain their breath and rest after their
exertions.
Two hours passed almost in silence, when Phil suddenly slapped his knee
and gave a sharp exclamation of delight.
"We'll reach our friends yet, old man," he said enthusiastically. "I've
thought the whole thing over and have decided what to do. At first I
imagined that our best way would be to relieve these gentlemen of their
clothing in exchange for ours. But it would not do. If we were
captured it would mean a file of muskets at six in the morning, for we
should certainly be condemned as spies."
Tony grunted hoarsely, showing that he had a decided dislike to this
arrangement.
"But though we do not take their clothes, we will make free with their
swords and ponies," continued Phil, "and so soon as it is dark we will
get away from this. By riding at night, and making allowances for the
wide detours we shall be compelled to undertake, we should reach our
friends in three days at most. We have still a large piece of meat
left, and with that and the bread that remains, and an occasional drink
of water, we must be satisfied. Now we'll secure this fellow. Slip
down and get some of that harness, like a brick, will you, Tony?"
That evening, soon after dusk had fallen, two stealthy figures crept
from the shed, and stole towards the outhouse in which the Cossack
ponies were kept. The door was only latched, and, waiting merely to
slip on the bridles and tighten the girths, the two adventurous
Englishmen vaulted into the saddle and rode out into the night. They
were not gone many minutes when the farmer, wondering at the prolonged
absence of the Cossacks, and having seen them turn their ponies into the
shed, came to see if the animals were still there, and, finding them
gone, returned in anything but a pleasant mood to his house.
"Those two brutes are gone, wife," he said testily. "They have not even
thanked us for our hospitality, nor paid for the vodka which they drank.
May it kill them then is all that I wish!"
Had he but known it, his unkind thought had already been partially
accomplished, for in his hay-loft one of the Cossacks lay dead, a victim
indeed to the fiery spirit, while the second, destined for many days to
be sick in his house, and demand careful nursing and feeding at his
expense, reclined, unconscious, in a heap of straw, bound hand and foot,
but left ungagged, a circumstance of which he took advantage early in
the morning by screaming for help at the top of his voice.
Once more returning to the post-road, Phil and Tony rode along it
quietly, only the jangle of their Cossack swords breaking the silence.
Three hours later a line of watch-fires in the distance told them that
they were approaching the Russian field-army, and warned them to find
some safe hiding-place.
"They are seven or eight miles away at least," said Tony, "and we are
lucky to have spotted them so soon."
"Yes, Tony, we are," Phil remarked thoughtfully. "We are still more
lucky, for this side they will have only a few pickets and outposts, and
we must be far outside their circle. Also they will not be expecting
anything. I fancy our best course will be to ride to our left, keeping
the lights at the same distance as now. Then we will choose some sort
of a shelter, on high ground if possible, so that to-morrow we can see
what direction to take. Once past those troops, Tony, and safely
through the scouts who are certain to be watching our fellows, we shall
be back in the British camp."
"Safe in the British camp. Yes," echoed Tony, "and I hopes stowing away
the first decent feed for many a long day now. Coffee and bread's all
right, but my strength is just going for the want of meat."
More than two hours later, and just before the dawn broke, they rode
their ponies into a big vineyard situated on the slope of a hill which
seemed to command the camp.
Daylight discovered a splendid panorama spread out before them, for they
had been unconsciously but steadily ascending all night, and now were at
such an elevation that they could see, beyond the Chersonese heights,
Sebastopol in the far-off distance, merged in a haze of sea and land,
and only distinguishable by the whiteness of its masonry; while directly
beneath them, as it seemed, lay the Russian camp, seething with horses
and troops, which were very soon to try the fortunes of war with their
adversaries.
To the right of the Chersonese heights another line of rugged hills
stretched as far as the river Tchernaya, which could be seen winding
here and there, and flashing back the sun. Along these heights ran the
Woronzoff road, branching off before it reached the river, and, running
parallel and at some distance from it, deflected by other heights, known
as the Kamara. To the right of these was a deep valley, the
ever-memorable "Valley of the Shadow of Death", opposite which, by
straining their eyes and shading them with their hands, the broad folds
of the grand flag of England could be distinguished flaunting in the
breeze, even at that distance, so clear was the atmosphere.
Phil pointed it out to Tony.
"That's the place for us," he said shortly, "and we must manage to get
into that valley. After that all will be plain sailing. But it's a big
job. I fancy I can make out earthworks along that road you see upon the
heights, and, if I am not mistaken, there is a large camp to the right,
resting by a collection of houses close to the river."
Tony followed the direction of Phil's finger, and gazed long and
earnestly.
"It's a camp, Phil," he agreed, "and I suppose it ain't likely to lie
British. Tothers is earthworks, I think, and manned with guns, or I'm a
wrong 'un. Look! you can see one against the sky-line. If they are our
batteries, all the better. But in any case I am for steering clear of
them, and cutting into the valley."
"Yes, I think so too, Tony; and now, how to get there. We are well to
the left of the Russian camp below us. By keeping still more so, we
ought to reach that big clump of houses and vineyards you see over there
before the morning, and next time the night falls I hope we shall be
able to answer an English challenge."
Had they but known it, Phil and Tony were to meet with more than one
adventure before the well-known "Halt! Who goes there?" struck upon
their ears, for this was the 23rd of October, and on the 25th that small
camp down by the river Tchernaya was to be swollen by the emptying of
the one directly below them, and the Russians were to try conclusions
with the Allies.
It was destined to be a brilliant spectacle, and brimful of gallant
deeds--one more striking than all the rest, and to find a lasting place
in the history of our race, a deed of dare-devilry and sheer disregard
of life and limb which Phil and Tony were never to forget, and the
honour of their having taken part in it will ever be cherished by their
descendants.
Having made a thorough survey of the scene below them, Phil and his
friend removed the saddles and bridles from their ponies, and replaced
the latter with a halter attached to the saddle. Then, finding a stream
near at hand, Tony watered them and led them back to the vineyard, where
he secured them in a part completely obscured from view. Meanwhile Phil
crept out to a shed at the end of the vines, and returned with a large
armful of hay. That done they ate some of their bread and meat, and,
flinging themselves down in the shadow of the vines, were soon fast
asleep.
The sun was low down in the heavens and fast sinking when Phil awoke,
and, rubbing his eyes, kicked Tony playfully.
"Up you get, old chap," he cried cheerfully. "We'll have a meal, and
then make for that clump of trees. Let us have one more good look at it
before the night falls. See! by striking a little to the left we shall
get into that narrow valley, and by keeping to it shall be going
directly for our goal."
Tony sprang to his feet, and, thrusting his stout stick through his
belt, joined Phil in an open spot, from which, unseen, they could look
down towards Sebastopol.
A curious figure he was too--more like a scarecrow than a British
soldier. A short stubbly beard covered his chin, while a flaming red
handkerchief was tied round his head in place of his bearskin, lost long
ago now at the Alma. His red tunic was tattered and stained with mud,
and his trousers hung in rags round his boots.
As for Phil, he was in no better plight; but still, strange to say, he
looked spruce and neat beside his rough companion, the short fair down
upon his cheeks scarcely showing, and contrasting most favourably with
Tony's spiky beard.
"Right again, young 'un!" agreed the latter, evidently in the highest
spirits. "We'll lie up over there to-night, and then make a dash for
it. That sleep has just put new life into me, and now I'm ready for
anything; and I tell yer, Phil, it's got to be five to one afore I gives
in to the Russians. Let's have a look at this here toothpick;" and he
dragged his sword, a heavy cavalry sabre, from its sheath. "Sharp as a
razor," he remarked, with a grim smile, feeling the edge. "All the
better. It's got plenty of weight too, and once I wants to use it,
blest if I don't make it cut clean through the head of one of our
Cossack friends."
He swished the sword round in the air, narrowly missing Phil in his
eagerness. Then, thrusting it back into the sheath, he stalked across
to the ponies and commenced to saddle up.
That night they reached the vineyard close against the heights bearing
the Woronzoff road, and in it they passed the following day, devouring
an abundance of grapes, which were perfectly ripe, and served to keep
off the pangs of hunger, now that their bread and meat had disappeared.
When darkness fell again they were fully prepared for the last dash. A
nek between two stunted hills forming the ridge of heights had been
chosen, and through this they were to ride into the valley, and from
there into the British camp. Crowning the heights they could discern
three batteries, but no flag flew above them, though the fact that the
guns, which were now clearly distinguishable, were turned towards the
opposite Kamara heights, in occupation by the Russians, pointed
conclusively to the fact that they were manned by the Allies.
"They are our batteries undoubtedly," said Phil when discussing the
question with his friend, "but for all that, I propose we slip between
them, and make for our own camp. They may be occupied by the French or
Turks, and as we could not answer their challenge, and our speech is as
likely to be taken for Russian as for English, we should run a great
chance of being shot or bayoneted before they discovered which side we
belonged to. No, decidedly, I am for slipping through."
Tony expressed his approval, and indeed it was the wisest course to
take, for as it turned out the batteries were manned by Turks, who, on
the following day, were to defend them valiantly, and the majority of
whom were to lose their lives in doing so.
At last the moment for setting forth arrived, and the state of
excitement into which Phil and Tony had worked themselves may be
imagined. This was the last struggle for freedom, the trump card upon
which their fortunes depended. If they failed to pass unnoticed through
the ground intervening between themselves and the batteries no doubt a
hoard of Cossack scouts would be quickly on their track, like vultures
on their prey, for the waning light had shown numbers of these shaggy
horsemen dotting the plain below. Still, the risk was no greater than
that which they had already run, and, buoyed with the hope of liberty on
the morrow, and, as Tony did not forget to mention again, a substantial
meal for the first time for many a long day, they vaulted into their
saddles and commenced to ride from the vineyard.
"Hark! What is that?" asked Phil suddenly, in a subdued tone of alarm.
"I am certain I heard something over there;" and he pointed towards the
Kamara heights.
Both listened intently, and distinctly heard the rumble of distant
wheels, and a dull, heavy sound as though of a large force of men
approaching.
"Back for our lives!" cried Phil excitedly. "It must be the Russian
troops coming this way. We must watch them, Tony."
"Ay, it's the enemy right enough," muttered Tony angrily. "Phil, them
chaps is always coming up against us and spoiling our fun. First they
stopped us from carrying that colour back, and then blest if a Cossack
cove didn't try for to keep us when we was bolting from the camp. He
paid for that, he did, and I expect he'll be more careful in the future.
Then them drunken swabs turned us out of what was house and home, if
yer can call an old rickety carriage such. Law! what a jolly time we
give them too! And now they are after us again, the brutes!" and with a
grunt of disgust Tony dragged the club from his belt, silently
determining to fight the whole Russian army, if need be, and to help his
comrade back to liberty.
"Hush! Can't you keep quiet?" whispered Phil sharply. "Follow me
through the vineyard. The road runs close beside the farther end, and
we must hide there and watch."
Somewhat abashed, Tony followed, and soon both were crouching within, a
few yards of the road. A few minutes later a front guard of Cossacks
passed like so many silent ghosts. Then field-guns and
ammunition-wagons rumbled by, followed by battalions of infantry, and by
regiments of Cossack horse. It was an impressive sight, especially when
the Russian horsemen filed by, for in front of each regiment rode the
commander, superbly mounted, and chanting a song, while behind him came
other horsemen, clashing cymbals, to the accompaniment of which the
whole regiment took up the refrain, and sang with voices far more
melodious than could be expected from rough soldiers.
"There is some big movement on," whispered Phil, "and I fear our
difficulties in getting through will be vastly increased. Still, I am
for trying to-night. To-morrow we might be hunted out of this. What do
you say to our joining the stragglers, who are certain to follow the
main body? The night is too dark for them to recognise us except when
close at hand."
"Seems to me a likely way out of the fix," agreed Tony, after a moment's
consideration. "There won't be many of them, and if one happens to spot
us, why--it'll be his own fault, Phil. Yes, we'll follow, and by
keeping reasonably near we shall see where these fellows bivouac, and
have a better chance of slipping through."
Accordingly they waited till the army had got a quarter of a mile away,
and then fell in behind. Occasionally stragglers passed them, and once
a squadron of horsemen galloped by; but, taking the two solitary figures
for scouts, they swept on without a word. An hour later they were
beyond the Russian camp and ascending the nek. No one seemed to be
about, and they were not challenged. Once over the summit they turned
abruptly to the left, and rode down into the valley, keeping close to
the heights. But here again another difficulty faced them. Watch-fires
twinkled in every direction, some undoubtedly being Russian, and,
fearful of falling into the enemy's hands, or what would perhaps be
equally bad, stumbling against a French or Turkish outpost, and being
shot before an explanation could be given, they once more selected a
vineyard and bivouacked there till the day broke, hoping to be able then
to make a dash for the British camp.