They did so and with better fortune than they could possibly have hoped for; for not a Russian emerged from the house while they were in sight.
“Around the next corner, and the next and the next,” shouted Frank.
Jack obeyed; and after turning half-a-dozen corners the lads felt sure they had shaken off their pursuers.
“We’ll have to get away from here,” said Frank as they slowed down. “Count Blowinski, being in command, will have the police and military authorities scouring the neighborhood. If we are picked up in this part of town, we will be no better than if we had been caught in the house.”
Turning the next corner, Jack came to a halt.
“Look!” he said and pointed.
Frank glanced in the direction indicated.
“Well,” he said, “all I see is an automobile.”
“Exactly,” replied Jack, “and that is the thing that will get us to some other part of the city quicker than our legs.”
“Right you are,” said Frank. “No time to lose.”