“What is the reason for this?” he asked, as we stood a moment on the landing, after he had sent his companion for the carriage.
“It means that for the moment you have out-played me—for the moment, that’s all.”
“Can I help you?”
I looked at him steadily. “Yes, by dropping your pretence.”
“You wrong me, friend. I can still help you to escape. I can get you out of the city, if you will.”
“Colonel Bremenhof’s orders, eh? No, thank you; not again. I am just as anxious to be a prisoner now as he is to get me out of the city.”
“He means mischief for you. I told you last night.”
“You told me many lies last night and acted others. And I have had quite enough of them and of you. Now, go ahead and do as he told you.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “If you get to Headquarters it will be too late,” he said.
At that moment his comrade came running up. “If the prisoners are to be taken, Burski, you’d better come. There’s a crowd of the strikers close by.”