“You will scarcely find your comrades there,” said Norwood.
Frank started with surprise, and the other went on,——
“There are rumors of a serious revolt in the city, and some say that the Imperial troops have retired on the Mantua road.”
“They know nothing of Austrian soldiers who say these things,” said Frank, haughtily; “but there is the more need that I should lose no time here.”
“Come, then, I will show you the way to the chapel,” said Norwood, who could not divest himself of a feeling of interest for the young soldier.
Frank spoke a few words in Hungarian to his men, and hastily wrapping the dead man in his cloak, they placed him on a door, his chako and his sword at either side of him.
“You will see that he is buried as becomes a brave and a true soldier,” said Frank, with a faltering accent, as they went along. “This will defray the cost.”
“No, no; there is no need of that,” said Norwood, pushing away the proffered purse. “We'll look to it ourselves.”
“Let there be some record of him preserved, too, for his friends' sake. His name was 'Stanislas Ravitsky.'”
“And may I ask yours?” said Norwood.