"They have the best horses," he explained. "They have more money than we
have. We have been robbed, as you know. You, whose business it is."

He turned, with his foot on the step of the carriage. He was so
accustomed to the recognition of his rank that he went first without
question.

"Yes," he said, with a laugh, "I had quite forgotten that it is your
business to know all about us."

"I have tried to remind you of it several times," answered Cartoner,
quietly.

"To shut me up, you mean?" asked the younger man.

"Yes."

Martin was standing at the door of Cartoner's compartment. He turned
away with a laugh.

"Good-night," he said. "Hope you will get some more sleep. We shall meet
again in a few hours."

He closed the sliding door, and as the train moved slowly out of
the station Cartoner could hear the cheerful voice--of a rather high
timbre--in conversation with the German attendant in the corridor. For,
like nearly all his countrymen, Prince Martin was a man of tongues. The
Pole is compelled by circumstances to learn several languages: first,
his own; then the language of the conqueror, either Russian or German,
or perhaps both. For social purposes he must speak the tongue of the