He was now in a sort of No Man's Land that lay between the two armies.

And, indeed, before long, he saw fires twinkling ahead--the fires of the Russians.

That was as he came to the crossroad of which Boris had spoken.

It seemed that his troubles must be nearly over.

And just then he heard a clatter of hoofs and saw, riding up the crossroad toward him, a troop of German Uhlans.