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o using r another word, he nastened f i or i the gvard . he Gor! inged avy door, a moment neither of the aes had e' suspected the truth. It | : for Maur i make that gx ry, and as the realiza- sion of s Ss rchery forced iteelf upon dimly at first, but speedily strengthened by added proofs —he saw what stared him in the face. With a cry | les} he threw him- gif on the bed, and when, at Phil's entreaties, he sat up, his face was | pitiful ts lessnees. , “We are lost, Phi he said. “We . shall never see America again. What | fools We Were ever to venture on Rus- | sian soil! I see it all-—the perfidy ¢ the man w! calls himself my yncle. He.never came to Moscow at gi. That was Viadimir Saradoff I | sw in St. Petersburg [van was his accomplice, and together they form- ed this conspiracy. “Ivan «tole our cards, our pass-
ports, every means of identification we gad, and substituted false passports and the other things which were found
nour bags. We are lost.’ “But how can such a thing be ”?” |
exclaimed Phil, in bewilderment. “ Our ipnocence must be vered, You fi prove your relationship to Viadi- | mir Saradoff.”’ “You knew
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pied Maurice. “We are helpless, Phil. No one will listen to us or believe us. We shall not be permitted to write letters, and on the strength of that evidence we shall be
crdemned witheut a shadow of a tral. Viadimir Saradoff will cover up hia tracks too well. For myself it matters little, but you, Phil—your fa- ther and mcther, your sisters ’’"— Here Maurice broke down completely.
Phil bravely tried to comfort him, and presently he became more com- sed.
They discussed their situation from every conceivalble point of view, but mtaray of light could be discovered.
It was realiy so hopeless that Mau- rice, Who possessed a fair knowledge of the Russian police system, dared net hold out any encouragement to his companion.
The most puzzling thing to him was his urcle’'s motive for such a crime.
He was ignorant of the terms of tis mother’s will, or his quick wits would have divined the truth.
On reflection, however, he remem- bered what a fierce hatred Viadimir Saradoff had always borne his father, sm allowing for the transfer of this ermity from father to son the solu-
Russia,” re-
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tion of the mystery became more clear.
“What do you suppose they will do vith us 7’ asked Phil.
The answer was already trembling on Maurice's lios, but he checked him- self. He will know the truth soon enough,” he thought, so he replied eva-
sively, “I don't know, Phil—perhans a iong confinement in some Russian fortrees.”’
The hours of that night seemed in- terminable. Sleep was out of the question, and the first gray glimmer of dawn that crept into the dreary eel] through a narrow aperture, high upon the wall, found the two poys wearily pacing the floor.
A fairly good breakfast was pre- sently brought. which they barely tasted, and then appeared a gendarme officer and four men, who 1d the boys
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Maurice begged for a brief interview with the commanding officer, hoping to convince him of the truth, but the Suarda refused to listen and hurried Mem into the street, where a closed | Carriage was waiting, hemmed about by mounted Cossacks.
Through the gray mist they had a hasty vision of countless domes and Spires of marvellous colours and fan- tastic shapes.
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stopped and the passed the gloomy portals
ficer, preceded them document in his hand, ered to a big, black
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The gendarme of-
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which he deliv- bearded man in
blue uniform, who came forward to receive them,
A few words passed between them, and then the bovs were led away toa
small, whitewashed cell, furnished with a single bed and a chair. A grated large corridor, which was constantly patrolied by armed sentries,
They were now in the great forward- Ing prison of Moscow, and the com- mandant, Captain Sasha, had just re- ceived the official Gocuments that seal-
ed their fate. Mussian justice knows no delay.
During their two days’ confinement here the boys attempted in vain to open communications with the com-
mandant. Not the slightest attention was paid
| to their entreaties, and no one came } near the cell except the guards. On the third dav their clothes were
Stripped off, and they were given, in
| Place of them, coarse linen shirts and
trousers, long gray overcoats with yel-
low, diamond-shaped patches sewed between the shoulders, and yisorless caps of the same material.
Attired in these coarse garments they were conveved in the dusk of the evening to the railway station, in com-
Not the slightest attention was paid to their entreaties.
pany with a dozen other poor wretches, and placed in a huge, dreary car, with narrow, grated windows and rough board seats,
As the train rattled off into the night Maurice turned to the burly Cossack at his side.
“Where are we going ?”’ he asked,
imploringly. ‘* Won't you tell us ?” The HKussian understood the ges- tures, if not the words.
“ Siberia,” he replied, gruffly, and
the sentence of their doom fell like a death-knell on the fhoys’ ears.
CHAPTER V. THE BURNING BARGE,
On the bank of the river Tura, @& frent of the gloomy palisades of the great forwarding prison of Tiumen, there were grouped one morning late in the month of May a band of Rus- sian exiles 400 or 500 in number.
A cordon of soldicrs hemmed them in on all sides, and close by, a railed platform zigzagged down the steep bank to tha water’s edge, where lay a lorg, low vessel with black hull and yellow deck work. a convict barg2 waiting to receive its cargo.
The wretched convicts represented all sorts of types and contrasts—fierce mountaineers from Circassia and Da- ghestan, sunburned Tartars from the lower Volga, Turks from the Crimea, with their scarlet fezzes, and Jews from Podolia.
A little apart from the rest stooc tro youthful figures with haggard faces in whom we find it difficult to recognize Maurice Hammond and Y’r:lip Danvers.
Partly by rail, partly by water, they had journeyed, with many delays, alcng the vast exile route.
Passing through the great fair city of Nijni Novgorod, the populous towns of Kazan and Perm, they cross- ed the dreary range of the Ural mour- tairs, pessed the boundary line be- tween Russia and Siberia, and now, broken by hardship and sutfering, stil} ignorant of their destination, they had reached Tiumen, 1,700 miles from St. Perersburg.
The past seems Hope has fied long ago, lecrned to suffer in silence, at least that they have serarated from each other.
almost a. dream. and they have thankful not been
In their character of political prisen- | ers they have been treated with some |
slight consideration, to distinguish them from the coarser class of crim- inals, but all attempts to obtain aufl- ence with any officials, in hope of con- vineing them of the fearful mistake that has been made, have been fruit- lefts.
Viadimir Saradoff’s triumph is coni- plete. Tne net is woven tightly about his victims, and there is no escape from the living death to which he has ccnsigned them.
“Come on; they are going said Maurice, end as he spoke a com- rotion was visible among the exiles, and the commanding officer shouted :—
‘Forward, now ! Gct on board °*”’
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rlatform past the armed guards, who stcod twenty feet apart, and crossed the floating wharf to the barge.
This versel was about 100 feet At each extremity was built a house painted yellow, and the between these was roofed over timber, and faced with heavy screens, In these pens the were placed,
Reneath the deck were holes, with tiers of narrow where thev were to sleep.
The boys sat down on the bare floor in one corner of the nen and wat hed for an hour or two the strange scene that was taking place before them.
The prisoners, crowding up against the screen, were carrying on a brisk business with the peddlars and fant women who had come on board the barge with bread, cakes, salted cucumbers, strings of dried mushreoms and fish pies.
The chaffine and buying kept Lriskly until a little past noon.
Then a steamer backed up to the ves-
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long. deck- space with wire prisoners
dark, gloomy bunks,
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sel, With a great blowing of whistles, and in a few neoment the convict barge was speeding through the black current of the river on its long vovage to Tomsk. Be It was evident that Captain Sasha, the commandant of the Moseow prisen, had received special instructions con- cerning the two boys They were f&uarded more closely, it is true, than the common prisoners, but as vet they
had not suffered the indignity of being
chained, and they were supplied with reasonably good food.
Moreover, although they @id not know it themselves, they were being transported across Siberia with a ra- Ppidity that is seldom granted to Rus- sian exile. Instead of marehing hun- dreds of miles on foot, they had jour- neyed entirely by rail and by water.
With their fellow passengers thoy had little or nothing to do. Thev were all low-grade convicts—thieves murderers, bandits—a fact which
Maurice was not slow recegnize,
In the past two months the boys had
Picked up a slight smattering of the Russian language and were now able to understand the commands of the
Soldiers and officers.
Day after day the barge moved slow- ly on its course, first up the sluggish current of the river Tobol and then down the more impetuous waters of the Ob. .
I'or hours at a time the boys gazed wearily on the ever-changing land- scape, the forest-clad hills and moun- tains, the pretty villages with their golden spires, and the waving fields of grain, for such was Siberian scenery &t this season of the year. This vast continent is not always the barren, snow-clad desert that many believe it to be perpetually.
Among their fellow-prisoners’ the boys had made one acquaintance, a middle-aged Russian, who appeared to be of a higher class than his associates, though he possessed a cast of feutures by no means prepossessing. He had Scraped acquaintance with Maurice by addressing him in French, a language Which the lad happened te have ac- quired at college, and in his delight at finding someone from whom, he could Obtain information Maurice giadly everlooked all other considerations.
The Russian’s name was Grodno, and he very freely confessed to Maurice
that his offence was smuggling con= traband goods over the Russian bnor- der.
If he expected a like return of confi- ‘dence, he was disappointed, for Mau- Tice was clever enough to see that it would be unwise to make a confidant of such a man. Instead, he allowed him- Self to pose as a political prisoner. tlowever, in regard to that matter of which he was most anxious, he could learn nothing. Grodno, disappointed perhaps to find that his friend was neither a cut-throat nor a robber, dis- claimed all Knowledge of what was usually done with “ politicals,”” as he rather scornfully termed them,
The Russian possessed another friend on beard the barge, a most villainous looking Turk, with sunburned face and a stubby black beard. He wore a greasy red fez and was continually smoking a short clay pipe.
Grodno and Hamid, for that was the Turk’s name, held long and whispered conversations in Russian day after day, always keeping apart in a corner by themselves and separating whenever any of the guards approached. These scecret palavers Maurice observed with suspicion and distrust, for their ac- tions on many occasions showed that the boys had something to do with the subject of their discussion.
Meanwhile the barge was drawing nearer its destination, and the dreary 2,000 mrile ride would soon be over.
All day they had been drifting through a wild and picturesque bit of country, and now at sunset the air was sultry and oppressive.
Maurice and Phil, their heads rest- ing on their coats, were lying close up against the grating. The hot atmos- phere below deck was intolerable, and the indulgent guards had allowed a great many of the convicts to remain out instead of driving them all. below, as was the usual rule.
It was remarkably quiet, so still {n- deed that the splash of the paddles was heard distinctly from the steamer some distance ahead.
The guards paced slowly up and down the deck, glancing watchfully at the prisoners from time to time. Off against the railing the commanding of- ficer, Captain Stanisla, was smoking his evening cigar, and its fumes, drift- ing in through the grating, mingled with the villainous edour of Hamid's pipe.
Suddenly, when the guard's back was turned, Grodno slunk up to the boys and threw himself carelessly at their side. “Want to escape,” he whispered, “ want to leave vessel, hide in woods, go back to Russia ?”
“What do you mean ?” asked Mau- rice, sharply.
“Hush !” said the Russian. ‘ Don’t talk, don’t say a word. Do you want to go ?"’
“Yes,” replied Maurice, incautiously, “of course we want to go. But tel me, Grodno, what do you mean ?”
“Hush; not now,” replied Grodno, and slipping off in the gloom he dis- appeared, leaving the boys in a state of great excitement.
“T’d like to know what he means,” said Maurice. “I don’t see how es- cape can be possible from a place like this.”’
“It’s a plot of some kind,” Phil. “That’s what Grodno and Hamid have been discussing for the last week. I don’t like the looks of either of those fellows, Maurice, and iz a matter.of escape.Il.am ¢fraid
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‘I believe all that,” rejoined Mau- rice, “but a chance of escape is not to
be neglected under any circumstances, Phil. If only we could find some infixu- ential person to listen to our story, } might be induced to investigate it and preve our innocence. If are recaptured, it will hardly make our worse than it is now, But whet became of Grodno ? Did yeu see :
“No; he and Hamid peared,” replied Phil.
‘I saw them going toward the hatch- wav a2 moment ago.”
The twilight had now darkness, and the dim outline shores had vanished. A slight sprang up, and the prisoners pressed against the grating to enjoy its invizorating effect.
‘Hamid can’t very far away,’ said Phil, suddenly. “I can smell that villainous pipe of his plainly. Don’t you notice it ?’’
“TIT can smell something,” rice, ‘but 1 don’t believe pipe. It seems a very of odour.” :
An armed soldier strolled slowly past the grating at that moment, and conversation closed,
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As soon as he was gone Maurice be- gan to sniff the air uneasily. “That’s rot tobacco smoke, Phil.”
he said finally. thing is burning. ting stronger every Before Phil could revly a ccmmotion was heard behind and turning quickly the bovs saw a corfused mass of convicts struggling up the hatchway, their dark forms out- lined against a dull red glow. Then the silence was broken sherp cry of “Fire! Fire ard instantly an uproar arose made the boy’s hair fairly
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