“We are doing all we can,” I replied. “Are you sure that the man you saw was that police agent?”
“Could I forget him?”
“You don’t think he saw us?”
“No. He was talking very earnestly to some one. But I recognized him instantly.”
“I’d give something to know what brought him to Pulta.”
“He was following us, surely.”
“We must hope not. If Michel did his work properly, my horse with your uncle’s coat will have been found a good many miles on the other side of Bratinsk; and his men should be hunting for us there. But I can’t say I like the look of the thing.”
“What shall we do?”
“We’d better try and think what he’ll do. I had intended to take the hint which the man at Pulta dropped, to ride to Solden, and take the train from there. But if the other man picks up our trail there, he’ll set the wires going and we shall find some one waiting for us at Solden.”
“How far is it to Cracow? Could we ride all the way? I could ride all day and all night too, if necessary, as long as the horses will last out.”