ad an urgent message for the Captain, the sentry
ordered them to remain where they were while he hailed the guard
stationed inside the tent. To this individual the sentry explained the
reason for the visit and the request for an interview.

Jimmie was not left long in doubt. Almost instantly, it seemed, the
guard returned and, after exchanging a few words in a low tone with the
sentry, beckoned for the soldier and the lad to follow.

He led the way into the tent, raising the flap for Jimmie and his
captor to pass. More than ever the lad felt his appellation of The
Wolf was well deserved. It seemed to him that circumstances were
conspiring to make him seem to the Germans a predatory animal, and
while he would have been willing and was even anxious to dispel this
notion from their minds, he well understood that nothing he could do or
say would be of effect in this direction. Feeling keenly the need of
most careful handling of the situation, Jimmie glanced quickly and
furtively about the tent. He was somewhat surprised to observe there a
number of officers of the regiment apparently in conference.

A number of papers, amongst them maps, was spread upon the little table
in the center of the tent. Captain von Liebknecht had patently been
directing certain movements of troops, using the maps to further
explain his instructions. Jimmie's entrance had interrupted the
Captain's action of tracing with his finger the line of railroad
leading from Peremysl, or Przemysl, as it must henceforth be known.

As the Captain raised his eyes to observe who his visitors might be,
Jimmie let his glance fall to the map, where he saw the finger pointing
at the town designated as Cracow.

In a flash the boy realized that von Liebknecht had been giving
instructions for the transportation of troops by rail, and that Cracow
would be the next stopping point, where he guessed that the horses
would be detrained for water and rest if possible.

Mentally making a note of this fact, Jimmie raised his glance
fearlessly to meet the cold blue eyes of the German officer. In that
glance Jimmie comprehended the fact that he could expect little mercy
from a man whose whole ambition in life seemed to be unquestioning and
unwavering devotion to his Emperor. He read also in the blue eyes
craft and skill in diplomacy and a keen intelligence withal.

"Captain," began the soldier who had brought Jimmie to the tent, "this
Cossack has been giving infor