The Boy Scouts In Russia

nger that his messages might be intercepted and read, it was not advisable, of course, to let the Germans, who were sure to be watchful, know that there was a private Russian station somewhere

d almost like static electricity. It was evident that a good many sta

explaining why Boris was not himself present to make this report. He asked fo

n different points. The Germans and the Austrians have invaded Poland, and our troops have all been withdrawn from that region. The concentration there is going on at Brest-Litovsky, and behind the line of W

Boris's seizure to be sent to his father, and then close

ear the parsonage again, but he was afraid to venture out by the secret passage. He didn't know how thoroughly he had frightened the soldier who had so nearly caught him. If the man had recovered his wits and decided that it was no ghost

ou to make me look like a German, if you can. Disguise me, so

udied him f

thes here, and there is a man who has often hel

re those of a Prussian peasant, and a few very slight changes in his appearance had been made by the man to whom

to leave the house

k that I am harmles

ere directly. It will be better for you to start out and get there as if you had gone by chance. It is near the parsonage

adimir. "That

l go there, too, if I can, and if the coast is clear and no one i

y. A storm will destroy a bush, or some other landmark there, and, though I could touch the prope

as soon as I can. I should not be more than t

ld Vladimir yielded to him. More than ever before, he realized that the Suvaroffs must indeed be as great a family as his mother had declared. Though she had become a true Ame

hers," she had said. "But they can also be of great service to those of

e attitude that had been noticeable in those who had served his uncle, Mikail Suvaroff. Mikail was decidedly a greater figure than Boris's father. Yet it was not devotion that he seemed to inspire. He

uld manufacture some errand as an excuse for his appearance in the village. A number of the people of the village were in the road near the great house; they stared at it curiously, an

. He knew its location with reference to the outer portal of the tunnel, to be sure, but he had come to that underground. However, he remembered where the sun had be

as just one regiment under him, and he certainly wouldn't need so many riders to carry his orders about-unless he were in command of a detached fort or position, and Colonel G

ight of the grey stone parsonage, and then had his bearings exactly. He approached the hollow cautiously, but no one was around. The ground was fairly soft; there had been rain within the last three or four days. And so, as

opped down on hands and knees as he reached the gully. Vladimir was

the passage yourself, or keep someone stationed there. I don't know what's going to happe

's eyes

nd I fear that I am useless. B

it's more important for someone we can trust absolutely to be in the house. There may be nothing for you to do the

ll be better for them to see me return. No one suspect

m this end, and that may help a lot. But I hope

al minutes, he went up the gully in his turn, and set out boldl

me type, a long rakish grey body, low to the ground. As he neared the house an officer wearing a long, grey coat came out, accompanied by two or three younger men. He turned to speak to them, then got into one of the cars, which immediately drove off. As it went

ers to provide a guard. Sentries were all about, but there were officers almost in swarms. He walked alon

ngster," said the soldier. "Th

and that he was about to be made a prisoner. Like Boris, he was concerned only with the effect of this upon his plans. He did not think of his own safety, although, had he been caught,

"We are short of servants in

ily. If he was taken into the house as a servant, he could fi