e it, but I'm getting so hungry I could eat
anything."

"All right; call the waiter, then, and we'll all eat."

"Perhaps I can find something," volunteered David. "I know where the
Russians kept most of their stores. They had a place over here at one
side of this big space filled with things to eat and shoot and so on.
They had a lot of stuff in there."

"Where do you suppose they have all gone?" asked Ned, glancing about.

"I rather imagine they have gotten away as fast as they could after the
Germans began blowing down the tottering walls. Those fellows we saw
back there in the tunnel were possibly trying to get away by that
route," replied David. "I intended bringing you here when we left the
cellar where the rats were. I thought the way was clear."

"How did you happen to be there?" asked Ned.

"I got tired of being a prisoner," answered David. "Naturally, when
the chance offered, I just slipped into the passage and started. I
counted my steps to the end and found I must go the other way. When I
had reached the cellar where you were I was exploring it when I heard
the noise overhead. I just stayed in the dark until you made a light."

"Then you thought you'd help us out?" asked Harry.

"Yes," was the reply. "I felt that you needed a guide, and I had to do
one good turn a day, you know. I thought that would be one."

"Sure, we know," Harry stated in a low voice. "I guess that was pretty
nearly three good turns, wasn't it, Ned?"

"We'll count it as three, anyhow," responded Ned heartily.

"Now, you're hungry," interrupted David, rather loath to hear his own
praises. "Come over this way and we'll see what we can find."

As David had predicted, the boys found a smaller room opening off the
large one in which they were gathered. There was a miscellaneous
collection of articles comprising food, ammunition, arms and many other
things. They at once attacked the food supply.

Harry gleefully announced the discovery of a can of beef from Chicago,
while Jack went into ecstacies over a can of beans.

Without the loss of a moment the boys fell to and soon satisfied their
hunger. Directly Jack began searching amongst the goods.

"Where did they store their water?" he asked David.

"I don't know that," replied the boy. "What is in that barrel?"

"Nothing but gasoline, judging by the smell," replied Jack.

"Hurrah!" shouted Ned, springing to his feet. "Just the thing!"

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