MATHIAS SANDORF. came from the Foiba and were brought through the gorge 0f the Brico during heavy rains. & A few paces from the bank there was a deserted hut and Sandorf and Bathory after a short rest took shelter m it There they stripped and waited while thev sun-dried their clothes. The fishing vessels were leaving the Lerne Canal and as far as they could see the place was deserted. The man who had been watching them since they land- ed now got up and carefully noted the position of the hut A.nd then he disappeared around a knoll and made off toward the south. Three hours afterward Sandorf and his companion re- sumed their clothes. They were still damp, but it was necessary to move on. « We must not stay too long in this hut," said Bathory "Do you feel yourself strong enough to start?" asked Sandorf. "I am almost exhausted with hunger." " Let us try to reach the coast! There we may perhaps procure something to eat and something to take us to sea Come, Stephen!" And they left the hut, evidently suffering more from hunger than fatigue. Sandorfs intention was to follow the southern bank of the Leme Canal until he reached the sea. The country was deserted, it is true, but quite a number of streams in- tersected it on their way to the estuary. This watery net- work along the banks is nothing more nor less than a vast sponge, and the mud is impassable, so that the fugitives had to strike southward obliquely, easily keeping their course by the sun, which had now risen. For two hours they kept on without meeting a human being, and with- out finding anything to satisfy fhe hunger that was de- vouring them. Then the country became less arid. They found a road running east and west, which boasted a milestone that gave no indication as to the region across which they were feeling their way like the blind. There were, however, some hedges of mulberry-trees, and further on a field of sorghum, wliich enabled them to allay their hunger, or rather to cheat the wants of their stomachs. The sorghum chewed, and even eaten, and the refreshing mulberries, might perhaps be enough to keep them from fainting from exhaustion before they reached the coast. But if the country was inhabited, if a few fields showed that the hand of man was employed about them, the fugitives had to be careful how they met the inhabitants. About noon five or six foot passengers appeared on the road. As a matter of caution Sandorf thought he and Bathory had better get out of sight. Fortunately an in- closure around an old ruined farm lay some fifty yards to the left. There, before they had been noticed, he and his companion took refuge in a kind of dark cellar, where m the event of any one stopping at the farm they ran lit- tle risk of discovery if they waited till the night. The foot passengers were peasants and salt-marsh work- ers. Some were driving a flock of geese, doubtless to market at some town or village which could not be very jar from the canal. Men and women were clothed in Istrian style, with the jewels, medals, ear-rings, breast crosses and filigree pendants wliich ornament the ordinary costume of both sexes. The salt-marsh workers were more simply dressed, as, with sack on back and stick in hand, they marched along to the salterns in the neigh- borhood, or perhaps even to the important establishments at Stagnone or Pirano, in the west of the province. oome of them stopped when they reached the farm and rested for a little on the door-step. They talked in a loud T»ice, not without a certain animation, but only of things concerning their trade. Ihe fugitives leaned against the corner and listened. Perhaps these people had already heard of the escape, *nd were talking about it? Perhaps they were saying something which might reveal in what part" of Istria they «en were? * «ot a word passed on the subject. They could only co»tinue to guess. •... the country people say nothing about our escape, IV fi»r inference," said Sandorf, " that they have not Jet heard of it." ¦3om »• '" sa'cl Bathory, "would go to prove that we are me distance from the fortress. Considering the rapidity 25 of the torrent which kept us underground for more than six hours, I am not surprised at that." " That must be it," said Sandorf. A couple of hours passed, and then some salt-workers as tney passed the farm without stopping, were heard to speak abou„ the gendarmes they had met at the gate of the town. to What town? They gave it no name. 1 his was not very reassuring. If gendarmes were about, it was probable that they were scouring the country in search of the fugitives. ti,l!But'"Ii3aid,?alth,01T' "oonsidering how we escaped, they might well believe us dead, and never think of J)U1 Sill t. "They will believe we are dead when they find our bodies," answered Sandorf. y There being no doubt that the police were afoot and in search of them, they decided to stay till it was night Although they were tortured with hunger they dared not leave their retreat; and they were wise. About five o'clock the tramp of a small troop of horse was heard along the road. Sandorf, who had been out to the gate of the inclosure, hurried y rejoined his companion and dragged him into the darkest corner of the cellar. There they hid .hem- less l' a °f brushwood and remained motion- Half a dozen gendarmes headed by a sergeant were coming along the road toward the east. Would they stop at the farm? Sandorf anxiously asked. If they searched the place they could not fail to find them. They halted. The sergeant and two of the men dis- mounted, while the others remained in the saddle and re- ceived orders to search the country along the canal and then return to the farm, where the rest would meet them at seven o clock. The four gendarmes moved off immediately. The ser- geant and the two others picketed their horses and sat down to talk. From the corner of the cellar the fugi- tives could hear all that passed. "Yes, we shall go back to the town this evening and get the orders for to-night," said the sergeant in reply to one of the men. "The telegraph may bring us fresh instructions from Trieste." The town in question was not Trieste; that was one point of which Count Sandorf made a note. "Are yon not, afraid," said the second gendarme, " that while we are looking about here the fugitives may have got down the Quamero Canal?" "Yes, that is possible," said the first gendarme, "for they might think it safer than here." _ "If they do," said the sergeant, "they none the less risk being found, for the whole coast is being looked after from one end to the other." Second fact worth noting: Sandorf and his companion were on the west coast of Istria, that is to say, near the Adriatic shore, and not on the banks of the opposite canal whicli runs out at Flume. "I think they are having a look round the salt-works at Pirano and Capo d'lstria," said the sergeant. "They might hide there easily and get on board a vessel crossing the Adriatic and bound for Rimini or Venice." "They had much better have waited patiently in their cell," said one of the gendarmes philosophically. "Yes," added the other, "sooner or later they'll be caught, if they have not fished them up out of the Brico! That would finish it, though, and we should not have to trot about the country in all this heat." "And who says it hasn't finished it?" replied the ser- geant. " Perhaps the Foiba has been the executioner, and when it is in flood the wretched men could not have chosen a worse road out of the donjon of Pisino." The Foiba then was the name of the river which had carried off Count Sandorf and his companion. It was the fortress of Pisino to which they had been taken after their arrest, and there they had been imprisoned, tried and sentenced. It was from its donjon that they had es- caped. Oount Sandorf knew this town of Pisino well. He had at last fixed on this point, which was so impor- tant for him to know, and it would no longer be by chance that he would cross the Istrian Peninsula, if flight was still possible. The conversation of the gendarmes did not stop here; i i i