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"Gone."
"Let us push on to Varenna; there must be some open ground near the village!" cried Frank. "Trot!"
An older soldier than Frank might have felt some anxiety at the position of a party so utterly defenceless if attacked; perhaps, indeed, his inexperience was not his worst ally at this moment, and he rode on boldly, only eager to know what and where was the peril he was called on to confront Suddenly Ravitzky halted, and called out, "There's a tree across the road."
Frank rode up, and perceived that a young larch-tree had been placed across the way, half carelessly, as it seemed, and without any object of determined opposition.
Two men dismounted by his orders to remove it, and in doing so, discovered that a number of poles and branches were concealed beside the rocks, where they lay evidently ready for use.
"They've had a Tyroler at work here," cried an old Corporal of the Hussars; "they mean to stop us higher up the road, and if we fall back we 'll find a barricade here in our rear."
"Over with them into the lake," said Frank, "and then forward at once."
Both orders were speedily obeyed, and the party now advanced at a rapid trot.
They were close to Varenna, and at a spot where the road is closely hemmed in by rocks on either side, when the sharp bang of a rifle was heard, and a shrill cry shouted something from the hillside, and was answered from the lake. Ravitzky had but time to give the word "Forwards!" when a tremendous fire opened from the vineyards, the roadside, and the boat. The red flashes showed a numerous enemy; but, except these, nothing was to be seen. "Forwards, and reserve your fire, men!" he cried. And they dashed on; but a few paces more found them breasted against a strong barricade of timber and country carts, piled up across the way; a little distance behind which rose another barricade; and here the enemy was thickly posted, as the shattering volley soon proved.
As Frank stood irresolute what course to take, the Corporal, who commanded the rear, galloped up to say that all retreat was cut off in that direction, two heavy wagons being thrown across the road, and crowds of people occupying every spot to fire from.
"Dismount, and storm the barricade!" cried Frank; and, setting the example, he sprang from his saddle, and rushed forwards.
There is no peril a Hungarian will not dare if his officer but lead the way; and now, in face of a tremendous fire at pistol-range, they clambered up the steep sides, while the b.a.l.l.s were rattling like hail around them.
The Italians, evidently unprepared for this attack, poured in a volley and fled to the cliffs above the road. Advancing to the second barricade, Frank quickly gained the top, and sprang down into the road.
Ravitzky, who was ever close behind him, had scarcely gained the height, when, struck in the shoulder by a ball, he dropped heavily down upon the ground. The attack had now begun from front, flanks, and rear together, and a deadly fire poured down upon the hussars without ceasing, while all attempt at defence was hopeless.
"Open a pa.s.s through the barricade," shouted Frank, "and bring up the horses!" And while some hastened to obey the order, a few others grouped themselves around Ravitzky, and tried to shelter him as he lay.
"Don't leave me to these fellows, Dalton," cried he, pa.s.sionately; "heave me over into the lake rather."
Frank now saw that the poor fellow's cheek was torn with a shot, and that his left hand was also shattered.
"The fire is too heavy, Herr Lieutenant; the men cannot open a way for the cattle," whispered the old Corporal.
"What's to be done then?" asked Frank; but the poor Corporal fell dead at his side as he spoke. The brunt of the conflict was, however, at the barricades; for, despairing of any prospect of removing the obstacles, many of the hussars had ridden recklessly at them, and there, entangled or falling, were shot down remorselessly by the enemy. One alone forced his way, and with his uniform b.l.o.o.d.y and in rags dashed up to Frank.
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"Get the cadet up in front of you," whispered Frank; and Ravitzky, who was now unconscious, was lifted into the saddle; while the hussar, grasping him with his strong arms, held him against his chest.
"Forward, now," said Frank; on, to the first village, "and see him cared for."
"But you, Herr Lieutenant,--what's to become of you?"
"I 'll not leave my poor wounded comrades."
"There 's not a living man amongst them," cried the hussar. "Come along with us, Herr Lieutenant; we may want your help too."
The firing ceased at this moment; and to the wild shouts and din of conflict there succeeded a dead silence.
"Keep quiet--keep quiet--stand close beneath the rock," whispered Frank; "here comes the boat." And, with slow and measured stroke, the skiff neared the sh.o.r.e, about twenty paces from where they stood.
"Pull in boldly," cried a gruff voice, in Italian; "there's nothing to fear now: neither man nor horse could survive that fire."
"Would that the great struggle could be accomplished so easily!" said a softer tone, which Frank almost fancied he had heard before.
Lanterns were now seen moving in the s.p.a.ce between the barricades; and crowds pressed down to examine and pillage the dead.
"Have you found the officer's body?" asked he of the soft voice.
"I suspect the party was under a sergeant's command," said another.
"No, no," rejoined the other; "Giuseppe was positive that he saw an officer."
"See that he has not escaped, then," said the other, eagerly. "The tale of this night's adventure might be told in two ways at Milan."
"The cadet is dying, sir; his head has fallen back," whispered the hussar to Frank.
"The lake, Dalton, the lake!" muttered the dying man, as he threw his arms around Frank's neck. Frank caught him while he was falling, but, overborne by the weight, reeled back against the rock.
"How many are in the boat?" whispered Frank.
"I see but one man, sir," said the hussar.
"Now for it, then," said Frank; "place him between us on a carbine, and make for the boat."
With the energy of a newly inspired hope, the men obeyed in an instant; and, carrying their wounded comrade, moved stealthily along beneath the shadow of the rock. It was only as they emerged from this, and gained the little gravelly beach, that their figures could be seen.
"Be quiet now, men, and leave that fellow to me," said Frank, as he c.o.c.ked his pistol. The clank of the sabres, however, seemed warning enough for the crafty Italian, who jumped at once into the lake. With a rush, the Hungarians sprang into the skiff, while Frank, seizing it by the prow, pushed boldly out. The plunge and the splash had, meanwhile, attracted notice, and several hurried down to the beach. Frank had but time to order his men to lie down, when a cras.h.i.+ng volley flew over them. "Now, to your oars, boys, before they can load again." The light skiff almost rose out of the water to their vigorous stroke: and although the b.a.l.l.s tore incessantly amongst them, they continued to row on. Sheets of bright flame flashed across the water, as volley after volley followed; but the Hungarians were soon out of the reach of the fire, with no other loss than some slight wounds.
At first it seemed as if some pursuit were intended; but this was soon abandoned, and the noise of horses and wheels on the road showed that the mult.i.tude were departing land-wise. Frank now bethought him what was best to be done. If the country were really in open revolt, the only chance of safety lay in surrendering to something like authority; if this were a mere partial outbreak, in all likelihood the opposite sh.o.r.es of the lake would offer a refuge. A single light, like a star, shone in the far distance, and thither Frank now steered the boat. Ravitsky lay against his knees, his head on Frank's lap, breathing heavily, and occasionally muttering to himself, while the men kept time to the oars with a low, mournful chant, which sounded at least like a death-wail over their comrade.
The lake opposite Varenna is nearly at its widest part; and it was full three hours after the occurrence of the skirmish that they drew near to the light, which they now saw proceeded from a little boat-house belonging to a villa a short distance from sh.o.r.e. A small harbor, with several boats at anchor in it, opened on the water's edge, and a great flight of marble steps led up to a terraced garden, adorned with fountains and groups of statuary.
Frank saw at once that he had invaded the precincts of one of those princely villas which the Milanese n.o.bility possess on the lake, and was uncertain which course to take. His Austrian uniform, he well knew, would prove a sorry recommendation to their kind offices. For some time back the breech between the Austrians and the Lombards had gone on widening, till at length every intercourse had ceased between them; and even the public places resorted to by the one were sure to be avoided on that account by the other. Scarcely a day pa.s.sed without Milan witnessing some pa.s.sages of hostility or insolence, and more than one fatal duel showed how far political dislike had descended into personal hatred.
To ask for aid and a.s.sistance under circ.u.mstances such as these, would have been, as Frank felt, a meanness; to demand it as a right would have been as insolent a pretension; and yet what was to be done? Ravitzky's life was in peril; should he, from any scruple whatever, hazard the chances of saving his poor comrade? "Come what may," thought he, "I'll claim their succor--theirs be the shame if they refuse it!"
The approach was longer than he suspected, and, as he went along, Frank had occasion to remark the tasteful elegance of the grounds, and the costly character of all the embellishments. He saw that he was about to present himself before one of the "magnates" of the land, and half prepared himself for a haughty reception. Crossing a little bridge, he found himself on a gra.s.sy plateau, on which a number of windows looked out; and these now all lay open, while seated within were several persons enjoying the Italian luxury of a "bel fresco," as the air of the lake gently stirred the leaves, and carried some faint traces of Alpine freshness into the plains beneath. A large lamp, covered with a deep shade, threw a dubious light through the chamber, and gave to the group all the effect and coloring of a picture.
On an ottoman, supported by pillows, and in an att.i.tude of almost theatrical elegance, lay a lady, dressed in white, a black veil fastened in her hair behind, being half drawn across her face. At her feet sat a young man, with an air of respectful attention; and a little further off, in an easy-chair, reclined the ma.s.sive proportions of a priest, fanning himself with his skull-cap, and seemingly gasping for air.
Behind all, again, was another figure,--a tall man, who, with a cigar in his mouth, slowly paced the chamber up and down, stopping occasionally to hear the conversation, but rarely mingling in it.
There was that air of indolent enjoyment and la.s.situde, that mingled aspect of splendor and neglect, so characteristically Italian in the scene, that Frank forgot himself, as he stood still and gazed on the group, and even listened to the words.
"After all," said the young man, in Italian, "it is better to let them do the thing in their own way! Catting off a patrol here, shooting a sentry there, stabbing a general to-day, poisoning a field-marshal to-morrow, seems to our notions a very petty war, but it makes a country very untenable in the end!"
"Fuori i barbari! over the Alps with them at any cost!" growled the priest.