CHAPTER XIX.

FRANK STARTS TO THE RESCUE.

After Count Blowinski's attempt on the life of the Czar had failed, it

was several hours before Frank and Lord Hastings found themselves in the

presence of the Russian Emperor. They had kept out of sight immediately

after the Czar's arrival in Moscow, for all feared that should the count

chance to see the lad, it would spoil everything. Therefore, when they

were summoned to the Czar's presence, it was to find Count Blowinski

there as well, though disarmed, nursing a wound in his shoulder and

guarded by a squad of troops.

"I have summoned you, my lord," said the Czar, "so that your officer

here, Mr. Chadwick may confront the count, and thus prove to him the

uselessness of further denials."

He signaled to Frank and the boy stepped forward. Approaching close to

Count Blowinski, Frank gazed at him quietly.

"Have you anything more to say, Count?" asked the Czar, with a cold

smile.

"Nothing," was the sullen response, "except this."

Before any one could realize what he was up to, the count leaped

forward, and, throwing his left arm around Frank's neck, struck him

heavily in the face three times.

In vain the lad struggled to release the grasp. The count's hold was

like a grip of iron.

The Russian troopers sprang forward at a word from their officer and

laid hold of the count, who struggled viciously and clung to Frank's

neck tenaciously.

But the grip of the soldiers told at last and the count was dragged

away, muttering fierce imprecations to himself.

"You see, my dear Count," said the Czar softly, "it is no use. You have

played right into my hands; and now that you have played, you must pay

the piper."

"I assure your Majesty----" began the count, straightening himself up

and maintaining an air of ruffled dignity.

"Tut, tut, Count!" protested the Czar, with a wave of his hand. "Why

deny what is so plainly apparent. You are guilty and I know it. Why, I

have had proof for days. I just laid this little trap to catch you as

you were about to strike. But, my dear Count, I assure you that after

this, your claws will not be sharp enough to scratch. What do you say,

Count, shall it be death or Siberia?"

"You do not leave me much choice," replied the count, having regained

his composure and facing the ruler calmly. "Let it be death."

"In that event," said the Czar, "it shall be Siberia."

"Your Majesty----" again began the count.

The Czar silenced him with a wave of his hand.

"Take him away," he commanded the officer in charge of the squad.

Struggling and kicking frantically, Count Blowinski was dragged from the

room.

"Now," said the Czar to Lord Hastings, "I can breathe easier. His very

presence had polluted the air. Come. We shall return to my suite."

He arose and the others followed him from the room.

Alone with the Czar, and Lord Hastings, Frank was moved to ask:

"And what do you suppose has become of Jack, sir?"

"By Jove! I don't know," said Lord Hastings. "He should have turned up

by this time."

"Well, he hasn't, sir," replied Frank quietly.

"No. Suppose you take a run over to your rooms and have a look for him,"

instructed Lord Hastings.

Frank disappeared, but returned a few moments later announcing that he

could find no trace of his chum.

"Strange!" said the Czar. "But wait. Perhaps he was wounded in the

fighting. I shall summon General Burgoff. By this time he will have a

list of the injured. He may know something of him."

The Czar immediately despatched an orderly for the general, but it was

half an hour later before the officer arrived. In that time Frank's

uneasiness had increased to a certainty that his chum was in danger of

some kind.

"General," said the Czar, when the officer stood before him, "I am

seeking information of a young Englishman, who was in the city when I

arrived."

"An Englishman?" repeated the general. "There may be many here, Sire."

"So there may," the Czar agreed, "but only one like the one I am

seeking. He has been living with the Count Blowinski for some days. I

had thought that he would be with the count. In fact, I saw him just

before the trouble occurred. He stood near the count on the palace

steps."

"Oh," said the general, "was he big and young?"

"Yes," said the Czar, "he was big and young."

"And you say, Sire, that he was in league with Count Blowinski?"

"Well, I didn't say so," returned the Czar, "but if you know anything of

the Englishman, tell me at once."

"I am sure he was in league with Count Blowinski," said the general. "If

the Englishman is the one to whom I refer, he is now on his way to

Siberia."

The Czar came to his feet with a jump.

"What's that?" he demanded, thinking he had not heard aright.

"I say he is on the way to Siberia, Sire," replied the general.

"And why is he on the way to Siberia, may I ask?" demanded the Czar, his

voice very calm.

"Because I ordered him sent there, Sire. I found him on the palace steps

flourishing a big revolver, and I had my men seize him. He offered me

some strange story for his presence there; but I knew he was lying. I

had him transported to Siberia along with a hundred other prisoners at

once." "Oh, you did," said the Czar. "By any chance, did this Englishman

tell you that he was engaged on a mission for me, General?"

"He did, Sire. But, of course, I didn't believe any such story as that."

"Of course not, General; as you say. But did you think of taking the

trouble to investigate his story?"

"Of course not, your Majesty. I knew you did not wish me to take up your

valuable time that way. Have I done anything wrong, Sire?"

"Nothing," said the Czar, "except to send to Siberia a British naval

officer, a youth, who, by risking his own life, has saved your country

and your Czar."

Now it was the general's turn to be astonished. He stepped back in

alarm.

"You mean he was telling the truth, Sire?"

"I do."

The general clasped and unclasped his hands nervously.

"And," the Czar continued, "unless he is back here within twenty-four

hours, you shall be relieved of your command, General."

The Czar spoke very softly, but the general could see that he was in

deadly earnest, and his face grew pale.

"I fear it is impossible, sire," he said at last. "I have instructed the

officer in command of the prisoners, to let no one approach them for any

reason whatsoever. Even a telegram would not catch them now, sire."

"Then, General, you are in a difficult situation," said the Czar

quietly. "And yet I will give you another chance. I shall relieve you of

your command temporarily and you shall go after this young Englishman

yourself. Bring him back to me safely. Here," and the Czar turned and

scribbled a few words on a piece of paper, after which he affixed his

seal, "this order, for the moment, appoints you commander-in-chief of

all the forces in Siberia. Bring this young Englishman back to me

safely, or suffer the consequences."

The general took the paper the Czar extended to him.

"It shall be done, sire," he said quietly.

"And," the Czar continued, "you will make careful inquiry. If the young

Englishman has been ill treated, you will seek out the man who is the

cause of this ill treatment, arrest him and bring him to me, be he who

he may. Yes, even if it be General Surgoff himself!"

Again the general bowed.

"Your Majesty," said Frank at this juncture.

The Czar eyed him in surprise and Lord Hastings disapprovingly. But

Frank was not abashed.

"Your Majesty," he said again.

"Well?" said the Czar.

"Can I not go with the general, sire?" he asked. "I would like to go to

Jack's aid as fast as possible. He will expect me. He would hunt me out,

no matter where I was."

The Czar looked at Lord Hastings.

"What do you think, my lord?" he asked.

Lord Hastings shrugged his shoulders.

"As you please, your Majesty," he replied. "I have no doubt Mr.

Templeton would be glad to see him. Neither have I any doubt that Mr.

Chadwick here might come in handy."

The Czar turned to General Burgoff.

"What do you think, general?" he asked.

"Well, sire, to tell the truth, I would rather not be bothered with

excess."

"In that case, general," said the Czar, with the suspicion of a twinkle

in his eye, "and as you have been somewhat lax in your own duties, I

shall allow the lad to accompany you. You will see that he is well

treated."

General Burgoff bowed low.

"It shall be done, sire," he said.

"Very well. Now, general, you will take with you from Petrograd enough

men to assure you that your orders will be obeyed, come what may. Do I

make myself clear?"

"Perfectly, your Majesty. I shall take sufficient men."

"And one thing more, general," said the Czar firmly. "Let me impress

upon you the utter necessity of being in the right hereafter, before you

take too much upon yourself. Men have been shot for less."

The general accepted this rebuke with a bow and a flush of the face.

"I shall obey, sire," he replied.

"Good. Now, make what haste you may. That is all."

The general saluted stiffly, motioned to Frank to follow him, turned on

his heel and stalked from the Czar's presence.

Frank stopped a brief moment for a word of farewell to Lord Hastings and

then expressed his thanks to the Czar.

"There, there!" said the latter with a laugh. "No thanks are necessary.

I am glad to give you a chance of seeing Siberia with an opportunity of

coming back. Run along now."

Frank hurried after General Burgoff. And as he moved quickly along he

muttered to himself:

"Poor old Jack! All alone away up there in Siberia. I'll bet he is

having a terrible time and looking for me. Well, I'll be there before

long, Jack, old boy!"

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