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The Interlopers
In a
forest of mixed growth somewhere on the
eastern spurs of the Carpathians, a man
stood one
winter night watching and
listening, as though he
waited for some
beast of the woods to come within
the
range of his vision, and, later, of his rifle. But
the game for whose presence he kept so
keen an
outlook was none that figured
in the sportsman's
calendar as lawful
and proper for the chase; Ulrich
von
Gradwitz patrolled the dark forest in quest of a
human enemy.
The forest lands of Gradwitz were of
wide extent
and well stocked with game;
the narrow strip of
precipitous
woodland that lay on its outskirt was
not remarkable for the game it
harboured or the
shooting it afforded,
but it was the most jealously
guarded
of all its owner's territorial possessions. A
famous law suit, in the days of his
grandfather,
had wrested it from the
illegal possession of a
neighbouring
family of petty landowners; the
dispossessed party had never acquiesced
in the
judgment of the Courts, and a
long series of
poaching affrays and
similar scandals had
embittered the
relationships between the families
for
three generations. The neighbour feud had
grown into a personal one since Ulrich
had come to
be head of his family; if
there was a man in the
world whom he
detested and wished ill to it was
Georg
Znaeym, the inheritor of the quarrel and the
tireless game-snatcher and raider of
the disputed
border-forest. The feud
might, perhaps, have died
down or been
compromised if the personal ill-will
of
the two men had not stood in the way; as boys
they had thirsted for one another's
blood, as men
each prayed that
misfortune might fall on the other,
and
this wind-scourged winter night Ulrich had
banded together his foresters to watch
the dark
forest, not in quest of four-
footed quarry, but to
keep a look-out
for the prowling thieves whom he
suspected of being afoot from across
the land
boundary. The roebuck, which
usually kept in the
sheltered hollows
during a storm-wind, were
running like
driven things to-night, and there was
movement and unrest among the creatures
that
were wont to sleep through the
dark hours.
Assuredly there was a
disturbing element in the
forest, and
Ulrich could guess the quarter from
whence it came.
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He strayed away by himself from the
watchers whom he
had placed in ambush
on the crest of the hill, and
wandered
far down the steep slopes amid the wild tangle
of undergrowth, peering through the
tree trunks and
listening through the
whistling and skirling of the wind
and
the restless beating of the branches for sight and
sound of the marauders. If only on this
wild night, in this
dark, lone spot, he
might come across Georg Znaeym,
man to
man, with none to witness - that was the wish
that was uppermost in his thoughts. And
as he stepped
round the trunk of a huge
beech he came face to face
with the man
he sought.
The two enemies stood
glaring at one another for a long
silent moment. Each had a rifle in his
hand, each had
hate in his heart and
murder uppermost in his mind. The
chance had come to give full play to
the passions of a
lifetime. But a man
who has been brought up under the
code
of a restraining civilisation cannot easily nerve
himself to shoot down his neighbour in
cold blood and
without word spoken,
except for an offence against his
hearth and honour. And before the
moment of hesitation
had given way to
action a deed of Nature's own violence
overwhelmed them both. A fierce shriek
of the storm had
been answered by a
splitting crash over their heads, and
ere they could leap aside a mass of
falling beech tree had
thundered down
on them. Ulrich von Gradwitz found
himself stretched on the ground, one
arm numb beneath
him and the other held
almost as helplessly in a tight
tangle
of forked branches, while both legs were pinned
beneath the fallen mass. His heavy
shooting-boots had
saved his feet from
being crushed to pieces, but if his
fractures were not as serious as they
might have been, at
least it was
evident that he could not move from his
present position till some one came to
release him. The
descending twig had
slashed the skin of his face, and he
had to wink away some drops of blood
from his eyelashes
before he could take
in a general view of the disaster. At
his side, so near that under ordinary
circumstances he
could almost have
touched him, lay Georg Znaeym, alive
and struggling, but obviously as
helplessly pinioned down
as himself.
All round them lay a thick- strewn wreckage
of splintered branches and broken
twigs.
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Relief at being
alive and exasperation at his captive plight
brought a strange medley of pious
thank-offerings and
sharp curses to
Ulrich's lips. Georg, who was early
blinded with the blood which trickled
across his eyes,
stopped his struggling
for a moment to listen, and then
gave a
short, snarling laugh.
caught,
anyway,
Ulrich von Gradwitz snared in
his stolen forest. There's
real justice
for you!
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