Let them come on

"Oh, I say! Let them come on, general,retro jordans! I wouldn't leave a dog in this country--really I wouldn't."
"But it is against all the rules of diplomacy," said a gruffer voice in the same language.
"Moses!" gasped Cherry.
The road led into the station-yard and he had seen the car. There was no doubt of it. The lights from one of the train windows were sufficiently strong to reveal it, and behind the stationmaster was another little group in the shadow.
"It is a matter of life and death." It was Malcolm's voice,retro jordans for sale. "I must get this lady to the Polish frontier--it is an act of humanity I ask."
"English, eh?" said the man called the general. "Get on board."
Malcolm took the girl in his arms before them all.
"Go, darling," he said gently.
"I cannot go without you," she said, but he shook his head.
"Malinkoff and I must wait. We cannot leave Cherry. We are going back to find him. I am certain he has escaped."
"I will not leave without you," she said firmly.
"You'll all have to come or all have to stay," said the Englishman briskly. "We haven't any time to spare, and the train is now going on. You see," he said apologetically, "it isn't our train at all, it belongs to the Polish Commission, and we're only running the food end of the negotiations. We have been fixing up terms between the Red Army and the Poles, and it is very irregular that we should take refugees from the country at all."
"_Go!_"
Malcolm heard the hoarse whisper, and it was as much as he could do to stop himself looking up. He remembered the motor-car and Cherry's mysterious and providential appearance from the roof, and he could guess the rest.
"Very well, we will go. Come, Malinkoff, I will explain in the car," said Malcolm.
They lifted the girl into the carriage and the men followed. A shriek from the engine, a jerk of the cars, and the train moved on. Before the rear carriage had cleared the platform a car rocked into the station-yard, dashing through the frail wooden fencing on to the platform itself.
"_Stoi! Stoi!_"
Boolba stood up in the big touring car, his arms outstretched, the white bandage about his neck showing clearly in the car lights. Cherry Bim rose to his knees and steadied himself,chanel classic bags. Once, twice, three times he fired, and Boolba pitched over the side of the car dead.
"I had a feeling that we should meet again," said Cherry. "That's not a bad gun."
Chapter 20 The Last
"All my life," said Cherry Bim, fondling his Derby hat affectionately, "I have been what is called by night-court reporters a human parricide."
He occupied a corner seat in the first-class compartment which had been placed at the disposal of the party. To the Peace Commissioners in their saloon the fugitives had no existence,air jordans for sale. Officially they were not on the train, and the hot meal which came back to them from the Commissioner's own kitchenette was officially sent to "extra train-men," and was entered as such on the books of the chef.
The girl smiled. There was cause for happiness, for these dreary flats which were passing the window were the flats of Poland.
"I have often thought, Mr. Bim, that you were a human angel!"