"But what are you going to do?" asked Joseph, still at his first boot.
"Wait till the men outside have fallen asleep. Then I take off that Prussian uniform you've got on and sneak past them. I know every corner of this place, which they don't."
Joseph was not satisfied. "You'll be locked in," he objected. Roman pulled out some nippers.
"I've got these. The lock is old. So hurry up, or we'll have the men in, wondering why Father Constantine is still here. I wouldn't plan this if it wasn't safe."
Joseph obeyed.
"How long am I to keep him in the chapel?" asked the priest.
"Till the rest of the Russians leave. We're off at dawn to-morrow. Ian can keep him quiet in one of the cellars for a day or two till the spy affair blows over, then you must go and fight for us. Promise?"
"I promise," answered Joseph. Roman did not seem satisfied.
"Swear it," he insisted, holding up his fingers.
Joseph swore; then they embraced, in the Polish way.