4 MY horse; my love. 



bastion below, and so on until I had descended low 

 enough to make the plunge into the river. Swim- 

 ming about 4,000 yards, I reached the opposite side 

 just as the signal gun gave voice that a prisoner had 

 escaped." 



And you were not recaptured? 



" As I reached the shore a friend seized my hand 

 and ran with me to a carriage in waiting. Dry 

 clothing, food, and brandy had been provided, but 

 we tarried not. The good horses flew over the 

 ground toward Bavaria, and once over its friendly 

 borders I was again a free man." 



Did you remain long in Bavaria? 



" Not long. As soon as I had rested I went to 

 vSwitzerland and thence to Rome." 



In Rome you must have felt quite safe. 



" Eternal watchfulness is the price of liberty. 

 While walking there one evening, I had just turned 

 into a quiet street when I was attacked by three 

 lazzaroni. Being always armed, I quickly disabled 

 two of them with my sword, and seizing the third, 

 demanded of him the writing which gave him the 

 authority to pursue me. The beggarly scoundrel, 

 crying for mercy, handed it to me, when I knocked 

 him flat and unconscious with my fist ; just then a 

 man came forward eagerly saying: 'Have you killed 

 him? then give me back the paper!' It was a Rus- 

 sian detective who spoke, whom I recognized, and I 

 determined not to spare him. Holding the paper 

 toward him, as he put out his hand to take it, I 

 stabbed him to the heart." 



But were you not afraid of arrest? 



