"Detachments of mounted gendarmes were
 immediately sent off in pursuit, the order being
 to arrest any foot-traveller whose suspicious
appearance might challenge scrutiny."
It is needless to say how much I appeared to
 fulfil the signs they sought for, not to add that
 the intemperance of my language, when captured,
 was in itself sufficient to establish a grave charge
 against me. It is true, there was in the act of
allegation a lengthened description of me with
 which my own appearance but ill corresponded. I
 was described as of middle age, of a strong frame
and muscular habit, and with an expression that
 denoted energy and fierceness. How much of
that vigour must they imagine had been washed
 away by the torrent, to leave me the poor helpless-
looking thing I now appeared!
I know it is a very weak confession, I feel
 as I make it how damaging to my character is
 the acknowledgment, and how seriously I
compromise myself in my reader's estimation; but I
 cannot help owning that I felt very proud to be
 thought so wicked, to be classed with those
 Brutuses of modern history, who were scattering
 explosive shells like bonbons, and throwing
 grenades broadcast like " confetti" in a carnival.
 I fancied how that miserable Staats Procurator
 must have trembled in his inmost heart as he
 sat there in close proximity with such an infuriate
desperado as I was. I hoped that every
 look, every gesture, every word of mine struck
 terror into his abject soul. It must also
unquestionably do them good, these besotted, self-
satisfied, narrow-minded Germans, to learn how
 an Englishman, a bom Briton, regards their
 miserable system of government, and that poor
 and meagre phantasm they call their " civilisation."
Well, they have had their opportunity
now, and I hope they will make much
 of it.
As I pondered over the late incident as recorded
in the allegation, I remembered the
 name of Rigges as that of the man Harpar
 mentioned as having " run" or escaped with
 their joint finances, and had very little difficulty
 in filling up the probable circumstances of their
 rencontre. It was easy to see how Rigges,
travelling " extra-post," with all the appearance
 of wealth and station, could impute to the poor
 wayfarer any criminality he pleased. Cunningly
 enough, too, he had hit upon the precise imputation
 which was sure to enlist Austrian sympathies
in the pursuit, and calling him a
 " Socialist and a Rouge" was almost sealing
 his fate at once. How glad I felt that the
 poor fellow had escaped, even though it cost
 me all the penalty of personating him; yes, I
 really was generous enough for that sentiment,
though I perceive that my reader smiles incredulously
as I declare it. " No, no," mutters he,
 "the arrant snob must not try to impose upon
us in that fashion. He was trembling to the
 very marrow of his bones, and nothing was
 further from his thoughts than self-sacrifice or
 devotion." I know your opinion of me takes
 this lively shape, I feel it, and I shrink under
it; but I know, besides, that I owe all this
 depreciating estimate of me to nothing so much
 as my own frankness and candour. If my
 reader, therefore, scruples to accord me the
merit of the generosity that I Iay claim to,
 let him revel in the depreciating confession that
 I am about to make. I knew that when it was
 discovered I was not Harpar, I must instantly
 be set at liberty. I felt this, and could therefore
be at any moment the arbiter of my own
 freedom. To do this, of course, would set in
 motion a search after the real delinquent, and I
 determined I would keep my secret till he had
 ample time to get away. When I had satisfied
 myself that all pursuit of him must be hopeless,
 I would declare myself to be Potts, and proudly
 demand my liberation.
My convalescence made now such progress
 that I was able to walk about the gallery, and
 indeed occasionally to stroll out upon a long
 terrace which flanked the entire building, and
 gaze upon a garden, beyond which again I could
 see the town of Feldkirch and the open Platz in
 which the weekly market was held. By the recurrence
of these— they always fell upon a Saurday
— was I enabled to mark time, and I now
 reckoned that three weeks had gone over since
the day of the Herr Procurator's visit, and yet
 I had heard nothing more of him, nor of the
 accusation against me. I was seriously thinking
whether my wisest plan might not be to
 take French leave and walk off, when my gaoler
 came one morning to announce that I was to be
 transferred to Innspruck, where, in due course,
 my trial would take place.
"What if I refuse to go?" said I; "what
 if I demand my liberation here on the spot?"
"I don't imagine that you'd delay your journey
much by that, my good friend," said he;
 " the Imperial and Royal Government takes little
 heed of foolish remonstrances."
"What if the Imperial and Royal Government,
 in the plenitude of its sagacity, should be in the
 wrong? What if I be not the person who is
 accused of this crime? What if the real man
 be now at liberty? What if the accuser himself
will declare, when he sees me, that he
 never met me before, nor so much as heard of
 me?"
"Well, all that may happen; I won't say it
 is impossible, but it cannot occur here, for the
 Herr Von Rigges has already set off for Innspruck,
and you are to follow him to-morrow."
A DAY'S RIDE: A LIFE'S ROMANCE,
WILL BE
CONCLUDED
With the present volume, in No. 100 of ALL THE
YEAR ROUND, for the 23rd of March, 1861.
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