ink
had become of him? He knew that the Senator who was very fond of him
would be alarmed greatly, and it was a bad time in Europe for any one to
be missing.

But there was stern stuff in John Scott, and knowing that they must wait
he put anxiety from him as much as he could and waited.

The heavy clouds, although they did not give forth rain, swept up, and
brought black darkness with them. The white tombstones became pale, and
the town beyond was invisible. Lannes rose and stretched himself
deliberately, limb by limb.

"Are you willing, John Scott?" he asked, "to follow me and ask no
questions?"

"Yes, Philip Lannes, I am."

"Well, then, John--I think I'll call you that because you and I are
friends, and you may say Philip, too, which will save time--I'm going to
lead you to temporary safety and comfort. I'll tell you, too, enough to
assuage your curiosity. There's a little Huguenot quarter to this town.
Louis Quatorze, as you know, drove many good people out of France. Some
went to your own new land, but the majority settled in the surrounding
countries. They've intermarried chiefly with themselves, and, after more
than two hundred years on foreign soil, many of them still have French
hearts in French bodies."

"Lead on then. I think I'd like to meet these good Huguenots. I'm
growing tremendously hungry, Philip."

"Hunger is frequent in a great war. You'll grow used to it."

His manner took away any sting that his words might have contained. John
could yet see those wonderful gray eyes shining through the twilight,
and his heart warmed anew to the young Frenchman. If he were to be cast
away in this strange German town Lannes was just the comrade whom he
would have chosen.

"We're resurrected," continued Lannes, "and we'll leave our graveyard.
May it be a long time before I enter another! And yet with a world going
to war who can tell?"

But the touch of gravity was only for an instant. The joyous note
quickly returned to his voice.

"Keep by my side," he said, "and walk in the most careless manner, as if
you were a native of the town. If anybody asks question let me make all
the replies. God gave me one special gift, and it was an easy tongue.
It's not work for me to talk. I like to do it."

"And I like to hear you," said John.

"Which leaves us both satisfied. Now, it's lucky for us that our old
European towns are so very old. In the Middle Ages they built with
narrow streets, and all sorts of alley