"But that revenge seems out of your power," Grigosie went on. "For you and Stefan there is almost certain death to-morrow or a week hence, it may be."
"It is very likely. I have looked death in the face before, and so has Stefan there. When we look into his eyes for the last time I warrant we shall not change color."
"Except with the heat of our final struggle," said Stefan from the doorway.
"Your comrades have gone. You two stand alone," said Grigosie.
"With you and Anton," said Stefan.
"And we wish for no better companions," added Ellerey. "Vasilici's knife would have written finis to my history had it not been for you, Grigosie."
The boy colored a little with pleasure.
"Still you forget, Captain, that Anton and I were not of your choosing.
We forced ourselves into your company."
"What of it? I am glad, I—" and then the look in Grigosie's eyes stopped Ellerey suddenly. Stefan, too, started from his leaning position and stood upright in the entrance, looking straight at the boy.
"By your leave, I would become the hostage for your safety," said Grigosie. "I asked you to take me with you; now I ask you to give me up."