I strolled half way to the tent and called to Karasch, who came out.
“I think someone is coming up the ravine, Karasch. It may be Georgev, or some of the men in search of Mademoiselle yonder. You mean to stand by me?”
“On my oath, yes. But if they are in search of her, you’d better give her to them, Burgwan.”
“Stop that fool talk, and leave everything to me; and do exactly as I tell you from start to finish.”
Then I heard the sound of horses’ hoofs, and I lit a cigar and sat down to wait for the riders. There were three of them, and the first glance showed me Georgev was not among them. I sat smoking until they rode up, then I rose slowly.
“Are you the new men hired by the guide, Georgev?” I asked.
“No,” answered one who appeared to be the leader. “Is there a man named Karasch here?”
“What do you want?” I asked.
“An answer to my question. And I mean to have it. This is the place, sure enough,” he said, turning to his companions. “The tent and the hut;” and he nodded toward each. “You’re Karasch, by your description,” he said to Karasch. “Where’s the prisoner?”
“I’m in charge here. Put your questions to me,” I broke in, brusquely.