"Well played!" said he. "I hope they've left us the horses. I'll go and
see."

"We must bury that poor fellow," said I.

"No time," said Sapt.

"I'll do it."

"Hang you!" he grinned. "I make you a King, and--Well, do it. Go and
fetch him, while I look to the horses. He can't lie very deep, but I
doubt if he'll care about that. Poor little Josef! He was an honest bit
of a man."

He went out, and I went to the cellar. I raised poor Josef in my arms
and bore him into the passage and thence towards the door of the house.
Just inside I laid him down, remembering that I must find spades for our
task. At this instant Sapt came up.

"The horses are all right; there's the own brother to the one that
brought you here. But you may save yourself that job."

"I'll not go before he's buried."

"Yes, you will."

"Not I, Colonel Sapt; not for all Ruritania."

"You fool!" said he. "Come here."