Michel came round the cottage a minute later leading the horse for his sister just as Testa herself appeared ready to start.
“Good-evening, Excellency,” she said, her brown eyes dancing at the thought of an adventure.
“You grow stronger every day, Testa, and prettier,” I said. “Now, Michel, wear this coat, take care that every one has a full view of it; and when you get rid of the horse, strap it on his back. Mind, you two, my liberty may depend upon you. God-speed.”
“Trust me,” replied Michel as he mounted.
I helped Testa to the saddle. “Don’t look scared, child,” I said; for her face had clouded at my words. “I shall be in no danger if you do this thing well. Off with you.”
“By the help of the Virgin,” returned Testa; and away they went helter-skelter towards the Devil’s Staircase.
As soon as they were out of sight we set off for Bratinsk, across the fields; and I explained the next part of my plan. This was to use the two passports of Bob Garrett and his sister.
“I have not told you my real name,” said my companion.
“We scarcely seem to have had time to speak of anything yet. We’ve been pretty busy, you see.”
“It is Volna Drakona. My father is dead; my dear mother is in feeble health. I have a half-brother and half-sister—Paul and Katinka.”