ty behind him. But
Renwick knew that it would not be long before the whole countryside
would be buzzing like a hornet's nest. In his enfeebled condition, he
could hardly hope to cope with his pursuers in the matter of speed and
so as he went on across the stream at the base of the hill, he tried to
plan something that would outwit them. The nearest outlying houses of
the town were but a few hundred yards distant, but instead of taking the
road down the hill, he turned sharply to his left after crossing the
road and entered the Moslem cemetery, laid according to the custom in a
cypress grove. He now moved slowly and leaning against the bole of a
tree regained his breath while he listened for the expected sounds of
pursuit. The cemetery seemed to be deserted, but he decided to take no
chances, so he found a tree with thick foliage, and climbed from one
bough to another until he found a crotch of a limb where he disposed
himself as comfortably as possible to wait until the pursuit had passed
him by.

His pulses were still pounding furiously from the sudden effort of
muscles long unused, and his nerves were tingling strangely, but he
clung to his perch until the period of weakness passed and then planned
what he had better do. Inside of an hour every policeman in Sarajevo
would be warned by Herr Windt to look out for a man with a beard,
wearing a sleeping suit and a blue woolen wrapper. The obvious thing
therefore was to avoid Sarajevo or else find a means to change his
costume. But if he begged, borrowed, or stole an outfit of native
clothing--what then? Where should he turn? He had no money, for that, of
course, had been taken by the ruffians who had carried his body into the
woods and stripped him of his clothing. To all intents and purposes he
had been born again--had come into the world anew, naked save for the
unsightly flapping things in which he was wrapped. His English clothes
were at the inn in the Bistrick quarter where he had left them, but to
seek them now meant immediate capture. And if he wore English clothes in
the streets of a town full of men in uniform he would be as conspicuous
as though in sleeping suit and wrapper. A native costume was the
thing--and a fez which would hide the plaster on his head. But how to
get it? He heard voices, and two men passed below him weaving in and out
among the trees; he blessed the inspiration which had bidden him climb.
He would have known Windt. He was not one of them. T