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Forward walked to his feabin; speaking to no man. So it happened that John Paul gave order to hoist his admiral’s flag, and though Alexiano grumbled, it was done as he com- manded. Then he stood before the officers and spoke, and afterward I asked one of the Russians what he had said. He had told them that the Turkish fleet would advance within thirty hours, and that he would hold a council of the ships’ officers in the fleet. Still Nassau issued no word and after a while it was clear even to Alexiano that John Paul was in command... He was given a large cabin, and, their nature being such, the Russians thronged into it with many compliments and questions on their tongues. Nay, John Paul sent out all ex- cept old Ivak. When we were alone and the door shut he sat down in a chair, his cheeks pallid and his eyes burning. With one arm he tried to draw off his coat, until I sprang to his aid and saw for the first time that he was wounded in the upper chest near the arm-pit. The blood had run down under the coat where it was hidden and had not yet soaked through his breeches. Together we bound it up, after washing out the hole where Nassau’s weapon had 33 entered. The bleeding was all outward and I saw that the American meant to con- ceal it, because when the bandage was in place he grinned at me and closed one eye—so! fs.3 ~ | AND that, my brothers, is how old 3 s Ivak brought an admiral to the #>-1 Russian fleet. Aye, he was a man, that Pavel, as I like to name him. Deuce take it, he was my kunak, my comrade, a galliard. What of the battle? Nay, that tale is told by others; how John Paul scattered the Turks and burned their ships and how ill the Russians rewarded him. Am I one to read what men have written in books? I brought a leader to men who lacked a leader and what honor had I thereby? One gift was given me. Behold, my brothers, this Damascus dagger, with the gold inlay in the hilt and the writing in jewels. I have been told what that writing Says: Pavel to his friend, the Cossack Ivak. Who would not be content with such a gift? Co NOOK C© inn