Fred realized afterward that he must have fainted, for when next he could see and hear, there was a faint light in the sky.

He was aroused by the moving of the heavy weight of von Glahn's body, and looked up to see a bearded man, small and wiry, in a rough sheepskin coat, who grinned down at him.
"Not hurt, eh, comrade ?" said this man in Russian.

He seemed surprised when Fred answered in his own tongue, and started back.

But he had pushed the body of the German captain away, and Fred rose to his feet a little unsteadily.

It was a wild, strange scene upon which his eyes rested.