The Boy Scouts In Russia

ol, with its twinkling fire, watching this spot or that that needed special guarding. That was part of war, the part of war that he had been able to foresee. It wasn't anything due to the wa

ussian King, who is also the German Kaiser. And in many of these great houses lights were burning, even after midnight, when all signs of life in the villages had ceased. The country was stirring, and there was more of it to stir. Now from time to time he heard the throbbing hum of an automobile motor.

ntributed to the army. These young men had no real career before them from their birth, almost, except in the army. So it was easy to guess why

rst brunt of invasion. Behind him, to the east, Fred knew were the great masses of Russia, moving slowly, but with a terrible, always increasing

ss it, they were carrying women and children away from the old houses that were too much exposed, too directly in the path of a possible invasion for the helpless on

nearer than Berlin-Koenigsberg, Danzig, Thorn. This was historic country that Fred was traversing, the same country that had trembled beneath the thundering m

ight of his tramp from Virballen, the first rays of the rising sun showed him a village. It was in a hollow, and above it the ground rose sharply to a large house, evidently very old, built of a grey stone that had been weathered by the winds and rains of centuries. It was a very old house, and strangely out of tune, it seemed

sted a sort of turret from which a flag might well have been flung out to the wind. All the other big

some time before he found a house where people were up. They looked at him curiously, but grudgingly consented to give him breakfast. There was an old man, and another who was younger,

, with a pompous looking, superannuated policeman, recalled to duty since the yo

e policeman, finally. "You a

They would think that he was an enemy, perhaps a spy! Yet, though he knew now the cause of the suspicious l

id, quietly. "I'm not English

had been soldiers about, or any really responsible police officials, he would not have been at all disturbed. But these people were nervous and igno

e hill? There certainly someone would know the difference between an American and an Englishman. He was very tired. He knew that, ev

t was following him, he turned off and began

e a dull murmur. A lad not much older than hims

re you going there?" asked this boy, a pe

didn't think that the advice of his friend Lie

e are spies enough there

ng, he lunged forward and

usly for wrestling was something he understood very well. And in a m

now understood these people thought he was a spy. And he could guess that it would go hard with him if he didn't get away. He forgot everything but that, and he fought hard and well to make good his escape. But the

unded quick, angry blasts, and the mob, terrified, broke and scattered to get out of the way of the car. Fred, stupefied, didn't run. He had to jump quickl

Jump aboard as I come by-I won

, he gathered himself together and, as the car swung about and passed him, leaped in. As he grasped the seat, the driver shot

ll for you!" said th

d then part of the mystery was solved. For the driver was n

ut how

till we're inside. We'll be all right there, an

on the steep grade, was too great to give pursuers on foot a chance, and so its driver

sked. "And why were tho

d Fred. "I suppose England must h

en't you Eng

me's Fred Waring. You're

father owns here. He's away. I'm glad of that, because the

med to catch the other's name

got a cousin called Waring in America! My father's first c

said Fred, but he spoke stiffly.

? My father wrote to your mother long ago-but he got no answer! He has

t some of you will own me! My uncle Mikail had m

another, the two of them forgot the