Our Young Aeroplane Scouts in Russia; or, Lost on the Frozen Steppes

by Horace Porter

  CHAPTER VII.

  BROTHERS OF THE BLOOD.

  The Cossacks rode in a wide circle, 'round and 'round the settledaeroplanes, at which the wild ponies snorted and seemingly feared toapproach.

  When, however, Salisky and Marovitch each gave vent to one of thoseweird calls peculiar to the denizens of the desert, the tribesmen drovetheir shaggy mounts full speed toward the searching party.

  Nikita was the first to dismount. He knew the scouts, and gave themguttural greeting. The question in his keen eyes, though, did not soundfrom the lips. He had caught a glimpse of the boys, still seated in thebiplanes. The tall chief was instantly a-quiver with a certain fiercejoy of possession--that which he desired had apparently been deliveredinto his hands.

  "You bring these young dogs to me?"

  "We bring to you, chief, brave lads who have risked much for yourwelfare--for your life, chief, for your very life!"

  Salisky, who had no knowledge of that past, wherein had crossed thepaths of Nikita and these boys, and sizing only the present purpose ofhis young friends, was inclined to indignantly resent the address of theCossack.

  "With my life what have they to do?"

  To the red rider the reply of Salisky was a riddle.

  "They are but spies," he continued accusingly, "and upon the heads oftheir kind is the blood of my brother."

  The speaker supplemented his words with a menacing movement toward theyoung pilots, who were wholly ignorant of the nature of this parley.

  "Hold!"

  The voice of Salisky had a hard note, and conveyed no double meaning.

  Marovitch ranged alongside of his comrade, and each of the scouts resteda hand on the holsters attached to their belts.

  The Cossacks, with lowered lances, closed in behind their chief.

  Anything might have happened in the next minute if Billy, noting thetrend of action, had not pushed himself to the front, and made eloquentplea to Salisky to avoid the threatened encounter.

  "Explain to him," cried the boy; "tell him right off the bat what we arehere for; ask him about the ring; spar for time; scout, spar for time!"

  Nikita, seeing this new breeze blow into the squall, was curious to knowwhat the pleading was about. He grounded his lance, and his companionsfollowed suit. The scouts relaxed their grip on their side arms.

  The atmosphere had cleared a bit.

  Acting upon the urgent suggestion of Billy, the scout, Salisky took thestraight line in his talk to the Cossack.

  "You bought a ring in Warsaw, chief?"

  Nikita nodded, tapping a leather pouch at his girdle.

  "He is not wearing it," whispered Henri to his chum.

  "We are on time then," said Billy, with a sigh of relief.

  "Of what concern of yours is this bauble?" Nikita was asking. He hadtaken the jewel from the pouch, and the glittering circlet was exposedin the open palm of his gauntlet.

  "It is beautiful enough for a courtier to offer to his emperor,"murmured Marovitch.

  "Save the thought!" exclaimed Salisky. "There is death in it!"

  Nikita, holding the ring between thumb and forefinger, as if admiringits brilliancy, awaited further speech from Salisky.

  "Of what concern, I say," he repeated, "is it of yours that I paid myroubles for this shining thing?"

  "Of this concern, chief," impressively declared the scout addressed,"that with it on your finger you would be pointing your way to thegrave; that with it on your finger in a few days the wolves might besnarling over your swollen corpse."

  The Cossack shook his head, and turned to his comrades, with asignificant shrug of the shoulders, as much as to say that somebody'smind was wandering.

  "Tell him that the man of whom he bought the ring," urged Billy, "hadsworn revenge for a blow inflicted."

  Salisky put the information in form of understanding to the Cossack.

  Nikita dropped his manner of incredulity like a shot.

  "A blow. Now I remember; it was in the place where led the trail ofthese spies."

  "Drop that last, chief," angrily challenged Salisky. "These boys, as Itold you, have sought you day and night to save your life. Were theywhat you claim, is it likely that they would so desperately attempt tooverturn that which would quietly remove one who hungered to lay themlow? Have a thought, chief."

  Nikita was thinking, the savage in him was receding. He lookedattentively at the death ring poised in his finger.

  Then he cast the jewel downward to the ice-encrusted surface at hisfeet, and ground its shimmering facets under the pointed heel of hiscavalry boot.

  The Cossack had accepted as the whole truth the story of the ancientring, and as fully realized the stated intent of these strange boys, whohad raced with death that he, their deadly enemy, might retain the boonof life.

  He spoke rapidly to his comrades, queer phrases that even the scouts didnot comprehend.

  That some sort of ceremony was under way was demonstrated by the nextmove of the tribesmen, when Billy and Henri became centerpieces in theparti-colored cluster of lance bearers.

  The scouts, showing no disposition to interfere, the boys were convincedthat the attentions paid to them were now wholly of a friendly nature.

  But a severe test of such belief was furnished by Nikita, as the latterdrew near to the lads, carrying in his right hand a dagger, with thepoint turned forward.

  Only a reassuring glance from Salisky kept the young aviators fromgiving ground before the threatening advance.

  Nikita, pausing before Billy, reached for the latter's wrist, lifted it,made a tiny puncture near a smaller artery, and with the same daggerpoint slightly scarified his own wrist.

  With Henri identically the same transfer of blood corpuscles passed fromhimself to the Cossack.

  Upon each of the boys the Cossack then bestowed an amulet--lance pointsof flint, curiously marked, and with holes in the center, through whichthongs had been drawn.

  Translating the words of presentation, Salisky with due solemnityadvised the young friends that "now and thereafter they were protectedfrom anything that cuts or points, knives or daggers, carbines, long orshort rifles, lances, against all kinds of metal, be it iron or steel,brass or lead, ore or wood, when in the hands of the Don Cossacks. Thisday and forever they were the adopted of the tribesmen of SouthernRussia."

  "All the degrees at once," said Billy, in undertone to Henri, while thelatter was alternating a wondering eye between the thonged charm he washolding and the stern-visaged giver thereof.

  "You never can tell but what these things might prove useful in a pincharound here," was the side remark of the French boy, who had taken theceremony more seriously than his chum.

  He had occasion later on to remind Billy of this observation.

  "How do you suppose he resisted the temptation of decorating his fistwith that showy band?" was a new query that just occurred to theirrepressible one. "Put it across, Salisky."

  The scout, in his own way, made the inquiry.

  "To one of our great, far away, had I planned to give it--and woe to meif I had."

  Salisky satisfied Billy's curiosity by rewording the answer.

  "There is one thing I am sorry about, now that the deck is cleared,"said Henri, "and that is the forced implication of Hamar--he's a gonegosling, I fear."

  "Don't worry about that," replied Billy; "from the way things lookedwhen we skipped the shop, I am pretty sure that the whole outfit hasdisappeared by this time. We could not help it, anyhow."

  While the boys were exchanging confidences, the Cossacks had mountedtheir ponies, preparatory to resuming their interrupted journey. As alast reminder of their new relations, the red riders, headed by thechief, rode in single file past the initiated brethren, giving each thesign of the lifted lance--the "high sign," as Billy put it.

  "Good-by, old top," sang out the boy from Bangor; "glad everything is onthe square now."

  The scouts looked reproof at this manne
r of address, but as the Cossackdid not understand a word of it, no harm was done.

  "Farewell, brothers," called Henri, with more decorum.

  "It is our turn now," briskly broke in Salisky, "and I want somespeeding to make our faces good at headquarters."

  "You will get it," was Billy's comeback when the young aviators startedthe buzz in the biplanes.

  "It will take a week to get the water out of my eyes," laughedMarovitch, when the machines dipped that evening into the camp at BrestLitovsk.

  Expected orders for the dash back to Warsaw were not forthcoming.

  The aviators were destined to view the river Vistula at an entirelydifferent point--to see it again tumbling down from the snow-dadCarpathians, where the titanic war struggle raged with unabated vigor.