A young man, with a keen and clever face, passed him quickly, then pulled up, turning in his direction.
"I beg your pardon. You're English. Have you just arrived here?"
"Yes. Prisoner. You're English too. That's right," said Jack heartily.
"Can I be of any service to you? Have you friends in the place?"
"I hope so. Could you direct me to Colonel Baron's house, or lodgings?"
"Certainly. I know him well. My name is Curtis."
"Ah! I have heard that name from Roy Baron."
"Roy and I were great friends when he was here. Anything you can tell me about him will be welcome."
Curtis looked questioningly, and Jack answered the look.
"My name is Keene. Roy and I have been through the Campaign in Spain together. On the retreat I was wounded and taken prisoner."