The Boy Scouts In Russia

ovince of the German empire. All trains that pass from one country to the other stop there. There are customs men, soldiers, policemen, Prussian and Russian, who for

to get out are turned back, and may have to make a long jour

len or any other Russian border station are royalties and ambassadors. Most of the passengers, however, didn't have to come out on the platform. In this case, indeed, only two descended. One of these was treated by the police officials with marked respect.

ooking up at him defiantly. This boy won a tribute of curious looks from all who saw him, and some glances of admiration when it became increasingly plain that he did not share the universal feeling of awe for the man by his side. This

ut of the station. Soon its tail lights were swinging out of sight. But the Russian and the American

ain. Well, what are you going to

he was afraid, he didn't show it. He wasn't

not a word. Then he called in a low, hushed to

this boy?

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y. I shall now conduct him to the exact border line and see to it that he is placed on German soil. His name is Frederick Waring. On no pretext is he to be allowed to return to Russian soil. Should he succeed in doing so, he i

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s eyes by a look of fierce hatred. "Now, then, step forward! As soon as you have passed the line on the platform you will be on German territory,

hat do you think I can do, when you land me in a strange country in the middle of the night, without a kopeck in my pocket? But I'll find a way to get back at yo

for your threats-pah! Do you think your word would carry any weight against that of Mikail

have to keep straight. You may think I had no business to come to Russia. Perhaps you ar

shly, startled at the carryi

nimbly acro

forget everything except the way you've put me down here in the middle of the night, without a cent to my name or a friend I c

ing himself. "It is easy for you to make such a charge. But the officers who arrested you deny

him curiously

I'm glad if that's so. It gives you a sort of excuse for behaving the way you have to me. And I'd certainly

anger for a moment. His

" he cried, suddenly. "S

at it would be useless either to run or to fight. But, as it turned out, there was no need for him to do either, for from behind him a sharp o

of course, quite impossible for us to permit Russian offic

courtesy-" be

t at this moment courtesy must be suspended. With

ps. For a moment, however, he seemed about to repeat his ord

o nothing that might bring on a clash, for just now the firing of a single shot would make war certain. Yet there is noth

affairs of which he had known nothing whatever, looked fixedly at Suvaroff. He saw the Russian b

has come, I think. It may be that the fortunes of war will brin

ed the departing Russians and then,

id, in excellent English. "I'm Lieutenant Ernst, of the Prussian army. Senten

d to recognize my mother after her marriage to my father, and so Prince Suvaroff does not like me. I had to see him on business and family matters.

t no

great noble. Well, I have seen things nearly as bad in my own Prussia! I shall have to see

gerly. "I don't want to trouble you, b

to Ernst, saluted, and, permission given,

"I am called away-I wil

there was a rising sound, confused, urgent. Fif

ll see you inside,

s face sober, but with shini

friend, you are in hard luck! The train from which you were expelled is th

rattle of rifle fire. Fred

der station! I wish we might catch Suvaroff-he is a good soldier, that one at least, and worth a division to the Russians. But there'

ndemonstrative series of statements by an unexcited German officer, meant that war had come

e will be no trains. You can't stay here. The Russians, I think, will advance very quickly, and it will not be here that we shall try to

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back toward Koenigsberg and Danzig. Your consul will be able to

chance, I'm a Boy Scout; I