raham fell.

All ran towards him but Calvert, who, throwing his pistol at his feet,
stood calm and erect. For a few seconds they bent down over the wounded
man, and then Barnard, hastening back to his friend, whispered, "Through
the chest; it is all over."

"Dead?" said the other.

He nodded, and taking his arm, said, "Don't lose a moment; the Frenchman
says you have not an instant to spare."

For a moment Calvert moved as if going towards the others, then, as if
with a changed purpose, he turned sharply round and walked towards the
high road.

As Calvert was just about to gain the road, Barnard ran after him, and
cried out, "Stop, Calvert, hear what these men say; they are crying out
unfair against us. They declare--"

"Are you an ass, Bob?" said the other, angrily. "Who minds the stupid
speech of fellows whose friend is knocked over?"

"Yes, but I'll hear this out," cried Barnard.

"You'll do so without _me_, then, and a cursed fool you are for your
pains. Drive across to the Bavarian frontier, my man," said he, giving
the postilion a Napoleon, "and you shall have a couple more if you get
there within two hours."

With all the speed that whip and spur could summon, the beasts sped
along the level road, and Calvert, though occasionally looking through
the small pane in the back of the carriage to assure himself he was not
pursued, smoked on unceasingly. He might have been a shade graver than
his wont, and preoccupied too, for he took no notice of the objects
on the road, nor replied to the speeches of the postilion, who, in his
self-praise, seemed to call for some expression of approval.

"You are a precious fool, Master Barnard, and you have paid for your
folly, or you had been here before this."

Such were his uttered thoughts, but it cost him little regret as he
spoke them.

The steam-boat that left Constance for Lindau was just getting under
weigh as he reached the lake, and he immediately embarked in her, and
on the same evening, gained Austrian territory at Bregenz, to pass the
night For a day or two, the quietness of this lone and little-visited
spot suited him, and it was near enough to the Swiss frontier, at the
Rhine, to get news from Switzerland. On the third day, a paragraph in
the Basle Zeitung told him everything. It was, as such things usually
are, totally misrepresented, but there was enough revealed for him to
guess what had occurred. It was headed "Terrible Event," and ran thus: