“None,” Jack said.  “The enemy’s horse came out yesterday, through the Baida valley, but we beat them back again.”

“Where are you going?” the Russian asked.

“Down towards the sea,” Jack answered, “to pick up stragglers who land to plunder.  A whole sotina is coming down.  They will be here presently,” so saying, with a wave of his hand, he resumed his way up the valley, Lieutenant Myers having ridden on, lest any questions should be addressed to him.  The road mounted steadily, and after some hours’ riding they crossed a brow, and found themselves at the head of a valley opening before them, and between the cliffs at its end they could see the sea.

They could scarcely restrain a shout of joy, and, quickening their speed, rode rapidly down the valley.  Presently they perceived before them a small village lying on the sea-shore, to the left of which stood a large chateau, half hidden among trees.

“Do you think it’s safe to ride in?” Mr. Myers asked.

“Most of these villages have been found deserted, sir,” Jack said, “by our fellows when they landed.  I’m afraid we are beyond the point to which they come, for I should think we must be twenty miles from Balaklava.  However, there are not likely to be any troops here, and we needn’t mind the Tartars.”

They found, as they expected, that the village was wholly deserted, and, riding through it, they dismounted at the chateau.  The doors were fastened, but, walking round it, they perceived no signs of life, and, breaking a window, they soon effected an entrance.

They found that the house, which was of great size and evidently belonged to a Russian magnate, was splendidly furnished, and that it had so far not been visited by any parties from the ships.  Some fine pictures hung on the walls, choice pieces of statuary were scattered here and there, tables of malachite and other rare stones stood about, and Eastern carpets covered the floors.

“We are in clover now, sir,” Jack said, “and if we could but charter a ship, we should be able to make a rich prize.  But as our ponies can only carry us, I’m afraid that all these valuables are worthless to us.”

“I’d give the whole lot of them,” the lieutenant said, “for a good meal.  At any rate, we are sure to find something for the ponies.”

In the stables behind the house were great quantities of forage and the ponies soon had their fill.

The officers, taking some corn, of which also there was an abundance, hammered a quantity between two flat stones, and moistening the rough flour so obtained, with water, made two flat cakes, with which, baked over a wood fire, they satisfied their hunger.  A consultation was held while they ate their meal, and it was agreed that as the place was evidently beyond the range of boats from Balaklava, they had better ride along the cliffs till they reached some village, where, as they would find from the state of the houses, parties were in the habit of coming.