saw me
with the pony he ran off, scared by his own bad conscience. Then I
called after him, and threatened him with my pocket pistol."

In this manner the dwellers on the baron's estate daily awaited the
outbreak of the insurrection on their own oasis. Meanwhile it spread
like a conflagration over the whole province. Wherever the Poles were
thickly congregated, the flames leaped up fiercely. On the borders, they
flared unsteadily here and there, like fire in green wood. In many
places they seemed quenched for a long time, then suddenly broke out
again.

One Sunday afternoon there was to be a great drill of the united forces.
The men of Neudorf and Kunau came with their flags--the foot-soldiers
first, the mounted behind--the small band of cavalry from the castle
riding to meet them, led by Karl, together with some men on foot, at
whose head marched the forester, the generalissimo of all the troops.
Even Anton was under his command. When Lenore saw them set out, she
ordered her pony to be saddled.

"I will look on," said she to Anton.

"But only look on, dear lady!" said the latter, imploringly.

"Don't tutor me," cried Lenore.

The drilling-ground was at the edge of the wood. The forester had
contrived, through ancient recollections, and after manifold
consultations with the baron, to bring his men into good order; and Karl
led his squadron with an ardor that might well make amends for lack of
skill. For a long time they had marched, countermarched, performed
various evolutions, and fired at a mark. The mock artillery echoed
cheerfully through the forest. Lenore had looked on from a distance, but
at last she could not resist the pleasure of taking part in the cavalry
exercise, and, trotting on to their head, she whispered to Karl, "Just
for a minute or two."

"What if Mr. Wohlfart see you?" whispered Karl, in reply.

"He will not see," was Lenore's laughing answer, as she took her place
in the ranks.

The youths looked in amazement at the slender figure which trotted at
their side. Owing to the admiration she excited, many performed their
parts ill, and Karl had much fault to find.

"The young lady does it best," cried a Neudorf man during a pause, and
all took off their hats and cheered her loudly.

Lenore bowed low, and made her pony curvet gayly. But her amusement was
soon interrupted, for up came Anton. "It is really too bad," whispered
he, angry in good earnest. "You expose yourself to familiar
observ