"What does that mean?" asked Minna in a whisper of alarm; for all sounds breathed the language of danger in her present agitation.
"I left my horse tied to the hedge some distance behind there, and Praga has found it, I expect."
Almost directly after that Minna started again and cried:
"There is another horseman coming from the opposite direction. That will be the Count von Nauheim."
"It is luck that Praga is close at hand, then," said I, "for I have no arms. It will be a dramatic meeting."
And now Minna was pressing close to my side again; and in this way we stood and listened to the more distant horseman's approach, and heard also the man I judged to be Praga bring his animal back on to the hard road and set off at a sharp trot toward us.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE MEETING
If Minna was right in her conjecture that the horseman coming up on our right was von Nauheim, it was easy to foresee that the meeting between him and Praga would have an ugly ending. I knew well enough that the Corsican's fiery hatred of the count would urge him to take his revenge on the spot, and for the moment I was a little at a loss how to act.