Jules Verne Michael Strogoff

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Michael Strogoff took care, therefore, not to disturb anyone. By going
thus to the end of the boat, he had no other idea but that of striving against
sleep by a rather longer walk. He reached the forward deck, and was already
climbing the forecastle ladder, when he heard someone speaking near him. He
stopped. The voices appeared to come from a group of passengers enveloped in
cloaks and wraps. It was impossible to recognize them in the dark, though it
sometimes happened that, when the steamer's chimney sent forth a plume of
ruddy flames, the sparks seemed to fall amongst the group as though thousands
of spangles had been suddenly illuminated.
Michael was about to step up the ladder, when a few words reached his
ear, uttered in that strange tongue which he had heard during the night at the
fair. Instinctively he stopped to listen. Protected by the shadow of the
forecastle, he could not be perceived himself. As to seeing the passengers who
were talking, that was impossible. He must confine himself to listening.
The first words exchanged were of no importance--to him at least--but
they
allowed him to recognize the voices of the man and woman whom he had
heard at Nijni-Novgorod. This, of course, made him redouble his attention. It
was, indeed, not at all impossible that these same Tsiganes, now banished,
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should be on board the Caucasus.
And it was well for him that he listened, for he distinctly heard this
question and answer made in the Tartar idiom: "It is said that a courier has
set out from Moscow for Irkutsk."
"It is so said, Sangarre; but either this courier will arrive too late,
or he will not arrive at all."
Michael Strogoff started involuntarily at this reply, which concerned him
so directly. He tried to see if the man and woman who had just spoken were
really those whom he suspected, but he could not succeed.
In a few moments Michael Strogoff had regained the stern of the vessel
without having been perceived, and, taking a seat by himself, he buried his
face in his hands. It might have been supposed that he was asleep.
He was not asleep, however, and did not even think of sleeping. He was
reflecting, not without a lively apprehension: "Who is it knows of my
departure, and who can have any interest in knowing it?"
Table of Contents
Michael Strogoff
Book I
Chapter I. A Fete At The New Palace
Chapter II. Russians And Tartars
Chapter III. Michael Strogoff Meets The Czar
Chapter IV. From Moscow To Nijni-Novgorod
Chapter V. The Two Announcements
Chapter VI. Brother And Sister
Chapter VII. Going Down The Volga
Chapter VIII. Going Up The Kama
Chapter IX. Day And Night In A Tarantass
Chapter X. A Storm In The Ural Mountains
Chapter XI. Travelers In Distress
Chapter XII. Provocation
Chapter XIII. Duty Before Everything
Chapter XIV. Mother And Son
Chapter XV. The Marshes Of The Baraba
Chapter XVI. A Final Effort
Chapter XVII. The Rivals
Book II
Chapter I. A Tartar Camp
Chapter II. Correspondents In Trouble
Chapter III. Blow For Blow
Chapter IV. The Triumphal Entry
Chapter V. "Look While You May!"
Chapter VI. A Friend On The Highway
Chapter VII. The Passage Of The Yenisei
Chapter VIII. A Hare Crosses The Road
Chapter IX. In The Steppe
Chapter X. Baikal And Angara
Chapter XI. Between Two Banks
Chapter XII. Irkutsk
Chapter XIII. The Czar's Courier
Chapter XIV. The Night Of The Fifth Of October
Chapter XV. Conclusion
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