At the same moment a soldier rode back from the cavalry that had gone up the valley, to say that a strong body of the enemy’s horse were approaching across the plain.  The order was given for a general advance, and the cavalry trotted down the valley to join the party in advance.

“Now, Mr. Archer,” Lieutenant Myers said, “the best thing for us to do will be to ride forward to that house up there.  See, the attacking party are coming back to their horses.  We ought to have a good view over the plain, and shall see the fight between the Sardinians and the enemy.  Besides, we may pick up some loot.”

They soon reached the house, and, tying up their horses, entered.  It was a fine chateau, handsomely furnished, but short as was the time that the Sardinians had held possession, they had already tumbled everything into confusion in their search for plunder.  Tables and couches had been upset, closets and chiffoniers burst open with the butt-ends of the swords or with the discharge of a pistol into the lock.  Looking-glasses had been smashed, valuable vases lay in fragments on the floor, bottles of wine whose necks had been hastily knocked off stood on the table.  In the courtyard were signs of strife.  Three or four Cossacks and two Sardinian horsemen lay dead.

“We will go out to the terrace in front of the house,” Mr. Myers said.  “From that we ought to have a view over the country.”

Owing, however, to the trees which grew around, they were obliged to advance 100 yards or so from the house before they could see the plain.  Then some half-mile out they saw the blue mass of Sardinian cavalry advancing by squadrons.  Still farther two bodies of Russian horse, each nearly equal in strength to the Italians, were seen.  There was a movement among the Sardinian horse.  They formed into two bodies and dashed at the Russians.  There was a cloud of dust, swords could be seen flashing in the sun, a confused melee for a minute or two, and then the Russians broke and rode across the plain, pursued by the Sardinians.

“A very pretty charge,” Mr. Myers said.  “Now we’ll go in and look at the house.  It will be fully half an hour before they return again.”

They went in and wandered from room to room.  The place had evidently been tenanted until quite lately.  Articles of woman’s work lay upon the table.  A canary bird was singing in his cage.  A fire burnt in the kitchen, and a meal was evidently in course of preparation when the first alarm had been given.  The officers wandered from room to room, and collected a number of little trifles to take home as remembrances, small pictures of the Greek saints, such as are found in every Russian house, a little bronze statuette, two or three small but handsomely bound books, a couple of curious old plates; and Jack took possession, as a present for his elder sister, of a small work-box beautifully fitted up.  Having made two bundles of their plunder, they prepared to go out again to see if the Sardinians were returning, when Jack, looking out of the window, uttered an exclamation of surprise and alarm.  One of the thick fogs which are so common in the Black Sea, and on the surrounding coasts, had suddenly rolled down upon them, and it was difficult to see five yards from the window.  Jack’s exclamation was echoed by Mr. Myers.