"Got clean off. Trust him. Now, you must rest. I'm going to be very strict."
"But one thing more ... the signals saved us?"
"Yes."
"How many Prussians crossed the river that Szmul----"
"You must not talk."
"Please, just that."
"The Russians say only a few. The rest were cut off as they landed on this side. But the prisoner, when I went to him just now--he is wounded in the leg--says several hundred got over and his lot believed they were in touch with the rest. Then they met Szmul who told them what booty there was to be had in Ruvno--emeralds, and grain and wine. He says the Germans will think Szmul got them here to entrap them, and will hang him to the nearest tree."
"Serve him right!" cried the priest. "That skunk! Why, when he came up to me last night----"
"Be quiet, Father Constantine," she said severely, "or I sha'n't let you see anybody for a week."
And he obeyed.