From this vantage point in the forest one of the workmen came running in and cried out: "Woe, woe to us! The Reds have arrived.

A horseman is galloping fast through the forest road.

I called to him but he did not answer me.

It was dark but I knew the horse was a strange one." "Do not babble so," said another of the workmen.

"Some Mongol rode by and you jumped to the conclusion that he was a Red." "No, it was not a Mongol," he replied.