“Thanks,” said the big Russian. “I hope I am able to repay the debt some day.”
“It was nothing,” declared Jack. “Now, if we only knew where we were going, it would be all right.”
“There is no place to go, so far as I know,” said Boris. “All you wanted to do when you started, if you will remember, was to get away where there would be no more lashings. We are away now, so what more can you ask?”
“You mean that we will just wander around until we die of cold or starvation?” asked Jack.
“Exactly.”
“Well, we won’t,” said Jack. “We’ll go along with some definite object in view. Now, which way would you take the railroad to be?”
Boris swung an arm in a southerly direction.
“Off there—some place,” he said.
“Good; then we’ll head that way,” and Jack swung the horses in the direction indicated.
“But there is no chance of reaching the railroad,” protested Boris.