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The first question which the Count asked was for his wife and children. Richard quickly related the details of their flight and the illness of Marguerite, who had now recovered and was sleeping in the adjoining room. The noise, however, had awakened her, and recognizing her father’s voice, she rushed into the room. With great joy she hurried into his outstretched arms. He kissed her rosy cheeks and looked at her long and tenderly.

The Count decided to continue his flight that very night from the land which once had been to him a paradise but was now only a murderers’ den. On the same boat that had safely carried his wife and son, he now took passage. The old fisherman led the way and Richard followed last. The night was clear and the heavens bright with stars. Suddenly they heard sounds of shooting, and voices shouting: “Halt! Halt!–Halt, halt!–You are deserters!”

It so happened that when the fire in the prison had been extinguished, the soldiers had carefully searched each cell, to find if anyone had escaped. To their great astonishment, they found the cell of Count Berlow empty. The soldier who had lost his uniform cried loudly with rage: “He has flown with my clothing and my weapons. Up and follow him!” The pursuers soon found a clue to the Count’s route.

The poor Count and Richard were almost stupefied when they heard the distant shouting, but they seized the oars all the more firmly and rowed with every muscle strained to the utmost. Soon the soldiers reached the shore and began to fire upon the occupants of the boat. Marguerite crept under the seat, while the men tried to dodge the bullets. One bullet pierced the Count’s hat, two pierced Richard’s oar. The little boat, which was scarcely an inch above the water, rocked and rolled and almost capsized, but the occupants escaped without injury and finally reached the opposite shore in safety.

Count Berlow was thankful for his escape, and so were Richard and Marguerite. They seated themselves on an overturned tree trunk, to recover a little strength. When they had rested a little, the Count quickly threw off his uniform and donned some old clothes belonging to Richard. With a staff in his hand and a bundle on his back, Richard now led the way, while the Count and Marguerite followed. In order to allay all suspicion, Richard took a roundabout course through the thickly-wooded country.

CHAPTER IV

THE PURCHASE

Count Barlow’s greatest desire was to see his wife and son. “I shall not have a restful moment,” said he to Richard, “until I shall have found them. You tell me they are safe in a shepherd’s lowly hut, but how shall we reach them? My daughter cannot go on foot, and I have not the means to ride there.”

Then Richard drew out of his bundle a bag of gold. “You are not as poor as you think, my noble master,” said he. “This money is all yours.” Count Berlow stared first at the gold and then at his faithful servant.

“You see,” said Richard, “while you were rich, you paid me well and presented me with large gifts of money. Many people, too, were generously aided by you. During the time you were imprisoned, I set out to gather in as much money from these people as I could possibly move them to give you. ‘Tis true we often find people who never feel grateful for any good they receive, but I must confess that these grateful souls not only returned all you ever gave them, but out of love and deep thankfulness added much more thereto.”

Count Berlow counted the money. “It is a very, very large amount,” said he, and raised his eyes in thanks to heaven. “But how long can even this last us?”

“We will economize,” said Richard, “in every possible way, but let me first of all purchase a horse and wagon,” This was soon accomplished. The wagon was provided with a canvas covering, which served to shield the occupants from view, and also to protect them from the sun and rain.