von Liebknecht, not unkindly. "That
is a point that we shall ascertain in our own way. For the present
every circumstance is unfavorable for you, and we must be careful. You
understand, do you not?" he asked with a slight smile.

"I see how you understand it," the boy said. "Of course, if you choose
to look at the facts as you do, I cannot help it. I don't want to get
shot, so I think I'll not try to make a getaway."

"Good!" declared the Captain, apparently greatly relieved. "That makes
it easier for us. Now, I shall ask you to assist in getting your
equipment ready for the journey. Everybody will be required to work
hard if we leave at the time desired."

"Very good, sir," stated the boy, saluting in the approved Boy Scout
fashion. "I'll help all I can."

So saying, he turned on his heel and signified to the soldier detailed
as his guard that he was ready to leave the place.

"So we are to be comrades for a while at least?" inquired Jimmie
pleasantly as the pair left the tent. "We might as well get acquainted
before we go farther. My named is Jimmie McGraw. What is yours?"

"Mine iss Frederich von Strassheim," answered the other, apparently
feeling no resentment against Jimmie for his kicks and blows delivered
during the process of capture. "We shall be well acquainted."

"That's interesting," declared Jimmie. "I thought that the word 'von'
was used only for officers and persons of nobility, though."

"The designation 'von,'" answered the other, proudly drawing himself
erect, "is used only by those entitled to it by royal decree. My
ancestors distinguished themselves and were of the house of
Hohenzollern. That is why I am allowed to use it."

"Oh, so that is it?" mused Jimmie. "All right, von Strassheim, I think
that I'll call you Fritz, though, if you don't object."

"Goot; call me Fritz, then!" laughed the soldier. "Great friends we
shall be as I can perceive. And may I call you Jimmie?"

"Call me Jimmie, Red-head, The Wolf, Freckles--oh, anything," stated
Jimmie with a laugh, in response to the other's good nature, "but," he
went on, "for pity's sake don't call me late for eats."

"Mess call iss not yet," responded the other, again resuming his
accustomed gravity. "We shall have plenty of time to pack our kits."

"Then let's be about it," suggested the lad. "Where shall we go to
make a start, and what shall we do first, and how shall we do it?"

"One at a time--one at a time," p