All about the place where he had lain the ground was covered with evidences of a furious struggle.

Nearly a score of Germans lay about, dead.

Among them were half a dozen Cossacks, and over one of these stood a riderless horse, muzzling his master's body inquisitively.
Fred was about to question the man who had relieved him of von Glahn's weight when there was a sudden rush, and Boris, sobbing with delight, threw his arms about him and kissed him on both cheeks.
"Here--I say, Boris, don't do that!" he cried.
"Oh, I forgot that is not your custom!" said Boris.

"But I thought you were dead! I thought they had killed you! I saw them bring you out from my window, and if the sentry had not stopped me, I would have thrown myself out to join you! Come with me--my father is here!" Fred was still dazed.

His escape had been so miraculous that he wanted to pinch himself to see if he were still awake.