“I think not to-night, thanks,” said the latter. “We will take you as far as the gate.”
Catrina made no comment. When the tall gate-way was reached she stopped, and they all became aware of the sound of horses’ feet behind them.
“What is this?” asked Catrina.
“Only the starosta bringing our horses,” replied Steinmetz. “He has discovered nothing.”
Catrina nodded and held out her hand.
“Good-night,” she said, rather coldly. “Your secret is safe with me.”
“Set a thief to catch a thief,” reflected Steinmetz. He said nothing, however, when he shook hands.
They mounted their horses and rode back the way they had come. For half an hour no one spoke. Then Paul broke the silence. He only said one word:
“D—n.”
“Yes,” returned Steinmetz quietly. “Charity is a dangerous plaything.”