THE HORSE HAD FALLEN ON HIM AND ROLLED OVER HIM.
"I am glad Praga didn't kill him," I said. "But I can't say I am sorry he has met his death. He deserved it."
The others made no reply, and we held on our way without speaking. The officer rode on the other side of Minna; and the silence of the night was broken only by the sound of the horses' hoofs, the major's being restive, and breaking now and then into an amble.
"Do you know much of Signor Praga, Prince?" asked the major after a long silence.
"Not enough to speak of him," I replied shortly; and the effort at conversation closed as abruptly as it had begun.
When we had covered a couple more miles, he said he would ride on and prepare for our arrival, and I was not sorry to be quit of him.
"It is a terrible end," said Minna thoughtfully, referring to von Nauheim.
"A more merciful one than he deserved," said I. I could find no pity for such a scoundrel. "He has been a traitor all his life."