Peter walked rather quickly until he reached a bend in the wood, and overtaking his host, paused for a moment.
“Lend me a loader for half an hour, Sir William,” he begged. “I have to send my servant to the village with a telegram.”
“With pleasure!” Sir William answered. “There are several to spare. I’ll send one to your stand. There’s Von Hern going the wrong way!” he exclaimed, in a tone of annoyance.
Peter was just in time to stop the whistle from going to his mouth.
“Do me another favor, Sir William,” he pleaded. “Give me time to send off my telegram before the Count sees what I’m doing. He’s such an inquisitive person,” he went on, noticing his host’s look of blank surprise. “Thank you ever so much.”
Peter hurried on to his place. It was round the corner of the wood and for the moment out of sight of the rest of the party. He tore a sheet from his pocket-book and scribbled out a telegram. His man had disappeared and a substitute taken his place by the time von Hern arrived. The latter was now all amiability. It was hard to believe, from his smiling salutation, that he and the man to whom he waved his hand in so airy a fashion had ever declared war to the death!
The shooting began a few minutes later. Major Kosuth, from a campstool a few yards behind his friend, watched with somewhat languid interest. He gave one, indeed, the impression that his thoughts were far removed from this simple country party, the main object of whose existence for the present seemed to be the slaying of a certain number of inoffensive birds. He watched the indifferent performance of his friend and the remarkably fine shooting of his neighbor on the left, with the same lack-luster eye and want of enthusiasm. The beat was scarcely over before Peter, resigning his smoking guns, lit a cigarette and strolled across to the next stand. He plunged at once into a conversation with Kosuth, notwithstanding Bernadine’s ill-concealed annoyance.
“Major Kosuth,” he began, “I sympathize with you. It is a hard task for a man whose mind is centered upon great events, to sit still and watch a performance of this sort. Be kind to us all and remember that this represents to us merely a few hours of relaxation. We, too, have our more serious moments.”
“You read my thoughts well,” Major Kosuth declared. “I do not seek to excuse them. For half a life-time we Turks have toiled and striven, always in danger of our lives, to help forward those things which have now come to pass. I think that our lives have become tinged with somberness and apprehension. Now that the first step is achieved, we go forward, still with trepidation. We need friends, Baron de Grost.”
“You cannot seriously doubt but that you will find them in this country,” Peter remarked. “There has never been a time when the English nation has not sympathized with the cause of liberty.”