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At first he leaned all his weight upon us, but gradually his steps became firmer, and before long he walked with very little a.s.sistance.
Still, it was evident he could not go far, and this made the situation awkward.
Travelling at his pace I should not reach Gorgei for days, when my information would be useless; yet I could not leave the brave fellow utterly alone in a strange land, where he would be far more likely to meet with enemies than friends.
Mecsey must stay with him. I could see no solution but that, and yet I had depended on Mecsey to guide me to Miskolcz.
However, it had to be done; and at the first halt I explained the matter to the Russian.
"It is very kind of you to think of me at all," he said. "I am grateful."
"You seemed so very anxious for my society," I said, laughing, "that I am bound to take an interest in you; but, seriously, my man will remain to look after you. He is an honest fellow, and to be trusted. Of course, there is a chance of falling in with your own people. In that case, I trust you to do everything in your power to set him free."
"I promise that willingly."
"Then I will say good-bye; it is possible we may not meet again."
"I hope we shall, if only that I may have the chance to return your kindness. Will you not tell me your name?
"George Botskay."
"And mine is Michael Popkoff."
"I shall remember it; but now I must go. I am on special service; and since you have deprived me of my horse, I must do the journey on foot."
He laughed at that, and we parted very good friends.
Mecsey, of course, disliked the arrangement; but, as the only alternative was to leave the Russian to die, he loyally accepted the inevitable.
I left them there on the lonely mountain side, and set off resolutely with my face towards Miskolcz.
Mecsey believed this mountain stream which had so nearly cost us our lives flowed into the Sajo River; if so, I had but to walk along its bank--unless, indeed, it took another subterranean excursion, when it would lose my company.
It proceeded now with a rush and a rattle towards the plain, and its rocky course reminded me of my shoeless feet.
For a staff officer, I was in a pretty plight. My cap, of course, had gone; my feet were bare; I had flung off my attila with my weapons; and I was wringing wet.
The notebook was a ma.s.s of pulp, and so entirely useless that I threw it into the stream; but I had previously committed the most important facts to memory, so that its loss mattered little.
Then my thoughts wandered to Mecsey and his companion, and I could not help laughing.
My servant knew not a word of any language save Magyar; his companion, in addition to Russian, could only speak bad German, and I wondered how they would get on.
The ludicrousness of their position kept me merry for a long time; and when the stream, leaving the mountains behind, debouched into an open plain, the journey became much pleasanter.
I was now growing desperately hungry, but even in this matter good fortune stood by me, as I had the luck to stumble against a zingari encampment.
The gipsies were wretchedly poor, their tents were patched and dirty, they themselves were clothed in rags and tatters, but they had a fire and a big round pot with something savoury in it.
They did not wish to share their meal with me, and warned me off with scowling looks and surly words; but I was far too hungry to be got rid of so easily.
If they would not give me a dinner, I would buy one; and after a good deal of angry squabbling we made a bargain.
The wrinkled old dame in charge of the cooking operations ladled out enough of the hot stew to fill a huge platter, in exchange for which I gave the head man of the party my gold-braided jacket.
Elsewhere it would have been a dear dinner, but under the circ.u.mstances I was quite content.
In addition, they told me that by following the stream I should certainly come up with the army before nightfall, which was very cheering news.
These poor folk were often on the verge of starvation themselves, and they showed no surprise at the ravenous way in which I gobbled up the plateful of food.
The men sat about lazily and smoked; the women continued their labours; the naked children played their uncouth games without even a glance in my direction.
When the plate was empty, I rose to go, and no one even took the trouble to say good-day.
"Lucky that Gorgei is so near," I thought, "if every meal is to cost me a garment," for I was now reduced to a s.h.i.+rt and pair of trousers.
However, the hot food had set me up, and I walked rapidly, keeping a sharp lookout for any signs of my friends.
Afternoon had pa.s.sed into evening, and darkness was falling, when an alert "Who goes there?" in Hungarian brought me to a halt.
"A friend," I answered promptly.
"Advance, friend, and give the countersign."
"Pa.s.s the word for your officer," I said. "I am Captain Botskay of General Gorgei's staff."
"Stand quite still. If you move an inch I'll shoot you."
I could not see the speaker, but his voice told me he was a man of his word, so I stood still.
Presently I heard the clatter of hoofs, and in a few minutes a party of hors.e.m.e.n rode up.
I guessed at once that the general was visiting the outposts, and it was no surprise to hear him calling, "Botskay, where are you? Come this way!--Bring a torch, some one. Quick!"
The light showed my strange attire, and the general, in spite of his genuine distress, could not forego his joke.
"Ach, Botskay!" cried he good-humouredly, "I'm afraid we've disturbed you. Just going to bed, eh? Here, take this," and removing the bunda which lay across his saddle, he threw it over my shoulders.
"Thanks, general," I replied gratefully. "That feels more comfortable."
"Have you brought any information? Yes?--Szondi, lend Botskay your horse. He can tell me his news as we go back."
My brother-officer jumped down at once, and I mounted in his stead.
"Now," said Gorgei, as he and I rode in advance, "what have you learned?"
In reply I related how I had watched the march of the Russian army, and gave him the approximate numbers of their men, horses, and guns.