"You damned coward!" stammered Rickerl, pointing a shaking hand at Von Steyr.
"God keep you when our sabres meet!" said Von Steyr, between his teeth.
Rickerl burst into an angry laugh.
"Where is your prisoner?" he cried.
Von Steyr stared around him, right and left--Jack was gone.
"Let others prefer charges," said Rickerl, contemptuously--"if you escape my sabre in the morning."
"Let them," said Von Steyr, quietly, but his face worked convulsively.
"Second platoon dismount to search for escaped prisoner!" he cried. "Open order! Forward!"