The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1901-11-17

Like an arrow from a bow, nay, like a
shell from a Al, the good ship took the
vino in an instant and shot forward.
Straight at the crevice we flew, and over
1t like a greyhound she bounded. We were
there, across. and a quarter of a mile
away, and all in half a minute. The gen.
darmes were yelling in the distance.
Now shouted Arnold, (which way is
1t, PavlOf; tell the truth and hand over the
money, and I'm hanged if III let those fell
lows have you, even now!"
1.-The truth is" said Pavlof, that you're
going to run me across to Wyborg, my
friend. Your cash is all right, 1 have it all
about me. Don't stop to argue, because I'm
in a determined mood; see what 1 have
here!"
1t was a revolver, of course, and the ras-
cal was master of the situation. 1 suppose
looked rather like falling upon him; L
certainly felt as though it would do me a
lot OF good at that moment to strangle him.
for he suddenly addressed me.
go and sit by tina patronizing fool IN
the stern" he said; 81 don't want you so
near me-
He had me under his pistol. and 1 was
obliged to go-there was nothing else to be
done.
Now. straight for wyborg, please. and
no fooling." he continued, cor I'll scatter
your silly English brains, both of you. I've
been sick to death of you, Arnold, for
years, you conceited. patronizing idiot; I'd
shoot you with pleasure"
Here was the doglike devotion coming out
with a vengeancei 1 dared not look at Ar
mold. All this must have been a terrible
- -. -ooI fr1rcfinO Sou1 that he
was, What must be his thoughts as, in
grim silence, we careered over the gulf?
The gendarmes changed to black smudges,
then to specks on the horizon. Still! we sped
on-what else could we do?
when L cough, hold on like grim death"
Arnold suddenly murmured.
'No talking there!' shouted the ruffian
in the BOWS. "Tn have no COMPOUNDED plot
ting"
Tommy coughed and 1 held on: I saw his
game. and prayed for its success. About
went the ship, and my arms were nearly
wrenched out Of their sockets.
But Pavlof flew off at a tangent, exactly
as it was intended that he should do. He
found ice some twenty feet from the ship,
~alighting heavily, and spinning round and
round on his coat-tails with inconceivable
rapidity. His pistol flew out of his hand,
and 1 Jumped out and secured it while he
was still spinning.
Up rode the gendarmes. Pavlof sat upon
| the ice cursing and swearing like a mad
man. Arnold never said a word, though he
looked very black; he felt the villainy and
ingratitude of the man-this rascal whom
he had treated like a gentleman, and who
had shown himself the worst OF cads; he
had trusted the fellow and believed in him,
and here was a sorry return.
AS for the police, they did exactly as
might have been expected. The Russian de-
tectiye police are marvellous in organiza-
ton: they detect a crime almost before it
is committed. and bring 1t home to the real
criminal with unfailing certainty; but when
it comes to arresting the delinquent, and
the executive police-the gendarme, or the
gorodovoy-have their turn, the work is
often bungled.
Pavlof had been suspected, watched. fol-
owed: thanks TO US, he had been captured.
But. in spite of our protests, these gen.
darmes arrested US as well as the delin-
quent. We must be ~accomplices, they
| pointed put, because We had carried him
off. and had only given him up to justice
when the iceboat upset and we had all
fallen out and hurt ourselves.
So we returned TO town. dragging our
| boat, prisoners. and under the escort OF six
| gendarmes. However. that didn't matter
at all; and. in fact. the thing was quickly
set right at the police office.
what Matters said Arnold, wagging
his head at Pavlof. lis that chap. A bite
| from ones own dog is BY far the most
painful"