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tightly clenched on his throat, and one engaged with Dougal in a corner.
The DieHard leader was sore pressed, and to his help Sir Archie went. The
fresh assault made the seaman duck his head, and Dougal seized the occasion
to smite him hard with something which caused him to roll over. It was
Leon's lifepreserver which he had annexed that afternoon.
Alexis at the window seemed to have for a moment daunted the attack. "Bring
that table," he cried, and the thing was jammed into the gap. "Now you"this
to Sime"get the man from the back door to hold this place with his gun.
There's no attack there. It's about time for shooting now, or we'll have
them in our rear. What in heaven is that?"
It was McGuffog whose great bellow resounded down the corridor. Sir Archie
turned and shuffled back, to be met by a distressing spectacle. The lamp,
burning as peacefully as it might have burned on an old lady's teatable,
revealed the window of the gardenroom driven bodily inward, shutters and
all, and now forming an inclined bridge over Dougal's ineffectual tubs. In
front of it stood McGuffog, swinging his gun by the barrel and yelling
curses, which, being mainly couched in the vernacular, were happily
meaningless to
Saskia. She herself stood at the hall door, plucking at something hidden in
her breast. He saw that it was a little ivoryhandled pistol.
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The enemy's feint had succeeded, for even as Sir Archie looked three men
leaped into the room. On the neck of one the butt of McGuffog's gun
crashed, but two scrambled to their feet and made for the girl. Sir Archie
met the first with his fist, a clean drive on the jaw, followed by a
damaging hook with his left that put him out of action. The other hesitated
for an instant and was lost, for McGuffog caught him by the waist from
behind and sent him through the broken frame to join his comrades without.
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"Up the stairs," Dougal was shouting, for the little room beyond the hall
was clearly impossible. "Our flank's turned. They're pourin' through the
other windy." Out of a corner of his eye Sir Archie caught sight of Alexis,
with Sime and Carfrae in support, being slowly forced towards them along the
corridor. "Upstairs," he shouted. "Come on, McGuffog. Lead on, Princess."
He dashed out the lamp, and the place was in darkness.
With this retreat from the forward trench line ended the opening phase of the
battle. It was achieved in good order, and position was taken up on the
first floor landing, dominating the main staircase and the passage that led
to the back stairs. At their back was a short corridor ending in a window
which gave on the north side of the House above the verandah, and from which
an active man might descend to the verandah roof. It had been carefully
reconnoitred beforehand by Dougal, and his were the dispositions.
The odd thing was that the retreating force were in good heart. The three men
from the Mains were warming to their work, and McGuffog wore an air of genial
ferocity. "Dashed fine position I call this," said Sir Archie.
Only Alexis was silent and preoccupied. "We are still at their mercy," he
said. "Pray God your police come soon." He forbade shooting yet awhile.
"The lady is our strong card," he said. "They won't use their guns while she
is with us, but if it ever comes to shooting they can wipe us out in a
couple of minutes. One of you watch that window, for Paul Abreskov is no
fool."
Their exhilaration was shortlived. Below in the hall it was black darkness
save for a greyness at the entrance of the verandah passage; but the defence
was soon aware that the place was thick with men. Presently there came a
scuffling from Carfrae's post towards the back stairs, and a cry as of some
one choking. And at the same moment a flare was lit below which brought the
whole hall from floor to rafters into blinding light.
It revealed a crowd of figures, some still in the hall and some halfway up
the stairs, and it revealed, too, more figures at the end of the upper
landing where Carfrae had been stationed. The shapes were motionless like
mannequins in a shop window.
"They've got us treed all right," Sir Archie groaned. "What the devil are
they waiting for?"
"They wait for their leader," said Alexis.
No one of the party will ever forget the ensuing minutes. After the hubbub
of the barricades the ominous silence was like icy water, chilling and
petrifying with an indefinable fear. There was no sound but the wind, but
presently mingled with it came odd wild voices.
"Hear to the whaups," McGuffog whispered.
Sir Archie, who found the tension unbearable, sought relief in
contradiction. "You're an unscientific brute, McGuffog," he told his
henchman. "It's a disgrace that a gamekeeper should be such a rotten
naturalist. What would whaups be doin' on the shore at this time of year?"
"A' the same, I could swear it's whaups, Sir Erchibald."
Then Dougal broke in and his voice was excited. It's no' whaups. That's our
patrol signal. Man, there's hope for us yet. I believe it's the polis.'
His words were unheeded, for the figures below drew apart and a young
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man came through them. His beautifullyshaped dark head was bare, and as he
moved he unbuttoned his oilskins and showed the trim darkblue garb of the
yachtsman. He walked confidently up the stairs, an odd elegant figure among
his heavy companions.
"Good afternoon, Alexis," he said in English. " I think we may now regard
this interesting episode as closed.
I take it that you surrender. Saskia, dear, you are coming with me on a
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little journey. Will you tell my men where to find your baggage?"
The reply was in Russian. Alexis' voice was as cool as the other's, and it
seemed to wake him to anger. He replied in a rapid torrent of words, and
appealed to the men below, who shouted back. The flare was dying down, and
shadows again hid most of the hall.
Dougal crept up behind Sir Archie. "Here, I think it's the polis. They're
whistlin' outbye, and I hear folk cryin'
to each otherno' the foreigners."
Again Alexis spoke, and then Saskia joined in. What she said rang sharp with
contempt, and her fingers played with her little pistol.
Suddenly before the young man could answer Dobson bustled toward him. The
innkeeper was labouring under some strong emotion, for he seemed to be
pleading and pointing urgently towards the door.
"I tell ye it's the polis," whispered Dougal. "They're nickit."
There was a swaying in the crowd and anxious faces. Men surged in,
whispered, and went out, and a clamour arose which the leader stilled with a
fierce gesture.
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