"The Russian general? Yes; the highroad passes the edge of the pine-wood. You had better come. The count thinks a great deal of General Görgei, and will be delighted to see one of his officers."
"You have not told me who your master is."
"Count Arnim Kemeny."
"Well, Mecsey," I said, "what do you think? Shall we be likely to run the count into any danger?"
"How? The Russians will be gone to-morrow."
"Then if you will ride on," I said to the servant, "we will follow."
"In one minute. I have a little business to transact first," and making a respectful bow, he went into the house.
"All right, Mecsey?" I asked.
My servant tapped his pistol significantly. "I'm sorry for our friend if it isn't," he answered.
When the count's man came out again it was quite dark, and we had some difficulty in following him over the execrable roads. It was even worse when, leaving the highway, he struck across country; but after a couple of hours' hard riding we arrived at his master's residence.