The G.A. Henty

by G. A. Henty

  The Buriat had by this time come round, and Godfrey bade him run to the camp at the top of his speed to fetch assistance. Feeling in his friend’s pocket he drew out the bandage which Alexis always carried, and wrapped up as well as he could his shattered hand, of which the thumb and two first fingers were altogether missing; the wound on the head was, he felt, altogether beyond him. In less than half an hour the chief Buriat and four of his men dashed up on horseback. They had brought with them two poles and a hide to form a litter. The chief was deeply concerned when he saw how serious were the Russian’s injuries. No time was lost in lashing the hides to the poles. Alexis was lifted and laid upon the litter, and two of the Buriats took the poles while the others led back the horses. As soon as he arrived in camp Godfrey bathed the wounds with warm water, and poured some spirits between the lips of the wounded man, but he gave no signs of consciousness.

  “I am afraid,” he said to the Buriat, who was looking on anxiously, “that his skull is injured or there is concussion of the brain. The only thing that I can see will be for him to be carried at once to Kiakhta. There is sure to be a hospital there and doctors.”

  “That would be best,” the Buriat said; “but I will take a house there, and my wife and sister shall nurse him.”

  “That will be better than going into the hospital,” Godfrey agreed, “for two reasons. In the first, because Alexis would certainly get more careful nursing among his friends than in a hospital, and he might then avoid, if he survives his injuries, being again imprisoned.”

  No time was lost. Four Buriats took the poles, Godfrey walked beside the litter, and the Buriat, his wife and sister, mounted and rode off to have everything ready for them when they arrived at Troitzkosavsk, the suburb of Kiakhta. It was late before they reached it. The Buriat met them half a mile outside the town, and at once conducted them to a house that he had hired from a friend established there. As soon as Alexis was laid upon a couch Godfrey and the Buriat went out and ascertained where one of the surgeons of the military hospital lived. On reaching the house they were shown by the Cossack who acted as the doctor’s servant to his room.

  “A friend of mine has been badly injured by a bear,” the Buriat said; “I wish you to come and see him at once. He is in a house I have taken near this. I will be responsible for all charges.”

  The doctor looked keenly at Godfrey and then said, “I will come. You are not a Buriat?” he said to Godfrey as they started.

  “I am not, doctor; though I have been living with them for some time.”

  “And the man who is ill, is he a Buriat?”

  “No, sir; he is a Russian, and a member of your own profession.”

  “He is clever,” the Buriat said. “He saved the life of my child by taking off his leg, and he is running about again now. He is as a brother to me, and I would gladly give a thousand cattle rather than that he should die.”

  No other words were spoken until they arrived at the house. The surgeon stooped over Alexis, lifted one of his eyelids, and felt his pulse.

  “Concussion of the brain,” he said; “a serious case. Bring me rags and hot water.” He bathed the wound for some time and then carefully examined it. “There is a fracture of the skull,” he said to Godfrey, “and I fancy there is a piece of bone pressing on the brain. Put wet cloths round his head for the present; I will go and fetch my colleague, and I will send down some ice from the hospital. His hand is bandaged up, what is the matter with that?”

  “His gun burst, doctor, and has mangled his hand dreadfully. That was how it was the bear got at him and struck him.”

  The surgeon removed the bandages and examined it. “Keep it bathed with warm water until I return,” he said.

  Half an hour later he came back with the other surgeon, a man older than himself, both carrying cases of instruments. The wound on the head was again examined. They then proceeded to operate, and in a few minutes removed a portion of splintered bone. Then the flap of skin was carefully replaced in its position, and a few stitches put in to hold it. The hand was then attended to.

  “No, I don’t think it need come off,” the senior surgeon said; “we may save the third and little fingers. At any rate we will try; if it does not do we can take the whole off afterwards.”

  The operation was performed, then ordering the ice that had just been brought to be applied to the head, the surgeons left.

  “We will look in again early in the morning,” one of them said to Godfrey, “and then we will have a chat with you.”

  The women took it by turns to watch, and Godfrey, worn out by the excitement of the day, slept until morning. Alexis was restless, moving uneasily and muttering to himself. His eyes were open, but he took no notice of what was going on around him. The surgeon they had first seen came alone.

  “He is better,” he said to the Buriat, “but he is very far from being out of danger yet. It will be a long illness, but I hope that we may be able to bring him round. I will send him some medicine presently. Keep cloths with cold water and ice to his head.” He beckoned to Godfrey to follow him out of the room.

  “I don’t want to ask any questions,” he said, “about my patient. I have been called in by this Buriat to see a friend of his, and it does not concern me who or what he may be; but it is different with you. As a Russian officer I cannot be seeing you daily without reporting that I have met a person who scarcely appears to be what he seems. It is painful to me to be obliged to say so. I do not give advice any way. I only say that if you do not wish to be asked questions, it would be best for you to leave here after nightfall; until then, I shall not consider it necessary to make any report. I shall be back again once or twice to-day; you had better think the matter over.”

  Godfrey had been thinking the matter over as he walked beside the litter, and had already arrived at a decision. It was evident that many weeks, if not months, must elapse before Alexis would be fit to sustain the hardships that would attend an attempt to escape, and he thought it probable that more than ever he would be inclined to throw in his lot with the wandering Buriats; he had therefore only himself to think about. He had foreseen that he would not be able to stop at Kiakhta without being exposed to being questioned, and that there remained therefore only the option of living with the Buriats during the winter or of giving himself up. The former plan would be the most advantageous in the event of his trying to reach Pekin; but the difficulties in that direction appeared to him so great that he shrank from the thought of facing them, especially as he should now be alone, and he preferred the idea of trying to escape by the north.

  In this case a further sojourn among the Buriats would be useless; in a Russian prison he would be able to pick up many valuable hints from the men with whom he would work, and might find someone ready to make the attempt with him. The difficulties of escape from prison did not seem very great, and would, he thought, be even less at one of the penal settlements than if confined in an ordinary jail. When, however, the doctor spoke to him, Godfrey only thanked him, and said he would speak with him again when he next called. The Buriat saw that he was looking serious when he returned to the room.

  “What did he say to you?” he asked. “Did he threaten to report you?”

  “He spoke very kindly,” Godfrey replied. “But he said that it would be his duty to do so if I remained here.”

  The Buriat shook his head. “I was thinking of that yesterday, and was afraid for you. Out on the plains there would have been none to question you; but here in the town a stranger is noticed at once, for every resident is known. You must make off at once. You can take my horse, we will watch over your friend. Once in my tents you will be safe.”

  Godfrey thanked him warmly, but told him that he had not quite decided as to what he should do, but would let him know later on. Then, as he could do nothing for Alexis, he threw himself down on a pile of skins, and thought the matter over in every light.

  CHAPTER VIII

  THE MINES OF KARA

  Godfrey
found it a difficult matter to decide what was best to be done; but after two hours’ thinking his mind was quite made up. He did not stand in the same position as Alexis with the Buriats. It was Alexis who had laid them under such an obligation by saving their child’s life. He himself was simply liked as the doctor’s companion, and without Alexis the long months of winter would be dreary indeed. He thought that imprisonment would be preferable to living alone in a Buriat hut. Accordingly he rose at last, and told the Buriat that his course was decided.

  “I shall give myself up,” he said. “I know that you would make me welcome in your tents; but from what you have told me, I see that there is no prospect whatever of an escape through China, and that if I go out to the plains I shall be there for life, while if I go to a prison I may in time be released, or at any rate I can again escape.”

  “Whenever you come to us you will be welcome,” the Buriat said. “For yourself, you know best; but we shall be all sorry to lose you. Is there anything I can do for you? I know the governor here, for I have had large dealings with him for sheep and cattle for the troops.”

  “I shall be very glad if you will go with me to him,” Godfrey said. “A word from you may be of great advantage to me. There are no prisons here, and I am most anxious to be sent to Nertchinsk and not to Irkutsk, because it was from there we escaped.”

  The Buriat’s wife and sister were sorry when they heard Godfrey’s determination, but they were too much occupied with Alexis to try and dispute it.

  “When will you go?” the Buriat said.

  “At once, if you will take me. I have no preparations to make; I only cause extra trouble here, and can be of no assistance. But first, if you will procure paper, pen, and ink, I will write a letter for you to give to Alexis when he recovers, telling him why I leave him.”

  The Buriat sent out one of his men, who presently returned with writing materials, and Godfrey then wrote a long letter to Alexis, explaining at length the reasons that actuated him in deciding to give himself up.

  “You are in good hands,” he said, “and I could do nothing for you; and in any case I should have to leave you now, for did I not give myself up I must leave this evening, therefore I could do no good to you in any case. I know that you were half inclined to stay with the Buriats, and you will now have even greater reasons for doing so than before. If, however, you should at any future time change your mind and try to make your escape, I need not tell you how delighted I should be to see you in England. I inclose the address of my father’s office, where you will be sure either to find me or to hear of me. But even if I have not got home you will receive the heartiest welcome when you tell him of our having been together and show him this letter, and you may rely upon it that my father will be able to procure a situation for you in London, even if he cannot find a berth for you in his own house of business.”

  When he had finished he handed the letter to the Buriat to give to Alexis.

  “Here is money,” the Buriat said, “which my wife found upon Alexis. You had better take it with you.”

  “I cannot do that,” Godfrey said, “it is his; I have some of my own. I know he would gladly give it to me if he were conscious; but I cannot take it now.”

  “Very well,” the Buriat said, “you are doubtless right; but at any rate you can take some from me. I am rich. I have many thousands of sheep and cattle. If you do not take it I shall be offended, and shall think that in some way we have displeased you. A thousand roubles are nothing to me; I have given as much for one suit of furs for my wife. You must take this; if you ever attempt to escape again, you will need money.”

  After much debate Godfrey accepted five hundred roubles in notes, seeing that the Buriat would be really pained by his refusal, and knowing that the money would indeed be useful to him when he next tried to make his escape. Being anxious to hear the surgeon’s next report about Alexis, Godfrey delayed his start until after his visit.

  “There is no change,” the doctor said, after examining his patient, “nor did I expect there would be after such serious injuries as he has received. It would be strange, indeed, if he did not suffer from the shock. It may be some days before any change takes place. It is vastly better that he should be restless, or even wildly delirious, than lying unconscious as he was when I first saw him. Well, and what are you going to do, young fellow?”

  “I am going to give myself up,” he said.

  “You have had enough of the plains, eh?”

  “Yes, sir, for the present.”

  “Mind, don’t be foolish enough to say that you have escaped; there is not the least occasion for that; that would make the case a great deal worse.”

  “My friend here was going with me to the governor, doctor, to tell him that I have been living with him for some time.”

  “Yes, that is all well enough; but if you give yourself up it is a confession that you have escaped; that won’t do at all. I tell you what will be the best thing: I will go with you to Colonel Prescoff, the governor. I shall tell him the truth, that I was attending one of the Buriat’s men, who had been badly injured by a bear, when I saw you there. I found that you could not give a good account of yourself, and had no papers, and that, therefore, as was my duty, I brought you to him. Then you must say that you have been working here and there, and that you come from, say, Tomsk. I suppose you have been there?”

  Godfrey smiled.

  “That is near enough,” the doctor went on. “As for your papers, you lost them, or they were burnt or stolen from you. He won’t ask you many questions. Then the Buriat will speak up for you—he is rather an important man, being one of the richest of his tribe—and say what he can for you. Is there anything you want done particularly?”

  “I want to be sent to Nertchinsk instead of to Irkutsk. I would rather work in the mines or anywhere else than be shut up in prison.”

  “And besides, you would not be known?” the doctor laughed.

  “That is the principal thing, sir.”

  “Whatever you do, my lad,” the doctor said, “if you have been a political prisoner—mind, I don’t ask the question, and don’t want to know—but if you have been, don’t let it out. It is better to have been a murderer than a Nihilist out here. I dare say the colonel would send you to Nertchinsk if your friend here asks him, but it is a good deal further and a more expensive journey.”

  “I will gladly pay for the vehicle, sir.”

  “Ah, well; if you will do that, I should think it could be managed. I will go in first with your friend and have a talk with the colonel, and we will see if we can put the matter straight for you before you are called in.”

  Godfrey took his fur-lined coat, said good-bye to the two ladies, gently put his hand on his comrade’s shoulder, and followed the doctor and his host. When they arrived at the governor’s house the doctor left him in the room where two military clerks were writing, and went in with the Buriat to the governor. In five minutes the bell rang. An orderly answered it, and returning, bade Godfrey follow him. The governor was seated at a table, the doctor and the Buriat standing near.

  “So I hear,” the colonel said, looking sharply at Godfrey, “that you are unable to give an account of yourself, and have nothing but a cock-and-bull story of having wandered about through the country. We understand what that means. However, our friend here,” and he motioned to the Buriat, “speaks well of you, and says that you have done him some service. However that cannot be taken into consideration. It is clear that having no papers and no domicile, you are a vagabond, and as such must be committed to prison. You will be taken to Nertchinsk.” Godfrey bowed. The colonel touched the bell again, and the orderly entered. “Take this man to the cells.”

  The Buriat stepped forward and shook hands with Godfrey. “Come again,” he said in a low voice, “you will always be welcome.”

  The doctor nodded. “I shall see you before you start,” he said. Godfrey saluted the colonel and followed the orderly out of the room. He was taken
across a court-yard to a cell.

  “A good style of young fellow,” the colonel said when he left. “He has either been an officer and got into some scrape with his colonel, or he is a political.”

  “One or the other, colonel, no doubt,” the doctor agreed.

  “Well, it is no business of mine,” the colonel said. “I suppose he has had four or five months in the woods and wants to get into snug quarters again before winter. Well, good morning, gentlemen!” and his visitors took their leave.

  Late in the evening the doctor came into Godfrey’s cell. “By the bye,” he said, “I put your name down as Ivan Holstoff. It was as good as any other, and you had to be entered by some name. I feared that you might blurt out your own whatever it may be, and that might be fatal, for if you are a political prisoner your name will have been sent to every station where there are troops.”

  “I am very much obliged to you, doctor, for your kindness,” Godfrey said. “I will take care to remain Ivan Holstoff. How much am I to pay for the carriage?”

  “Your friend the Buriat has seen to that, and handed the governor money for a vehicle there and back, as the soldier in charge of you will have to return.”

  “It is very good of him,” Godfrey said gratefully. “Please tell him when you see him how much obliged I am to him for his kindness to me.”

  “I think my patient will do,” the doctor said. “He is quieter and less feverish this evening. I think he will pull round; and now good bye! I think you have done right in giving yourself up. You are but a lad yet, and with good conduct, now that you are entered only as a vagabond, you will get leave to work outside the prison in two or three years, and get a permit to settle anywhere in Siberia a couple of years later.”