We must get up in the morning.

Poland will yet be free." The sergeant stared at them in astonishment, and answering in a low tone in some words which were, the boys guessed, the countersign to the pass, sat down by them.

"But you are not Poles ?" he said in a low voice in Russian.

"Your language is strange.

I could scarce understand you." "No," Jack said, in similar tones, "we are not Poles, nor Russians.