As well as his limited command of the Russian language would permit, Gilbert told of his battles on Chinese soil, to which the officer listened with keen interest. He was the hero of many a fight himself and not very old either.
“I was in China—in some of the very fights you mention,” he said, when the young American had finished. “I remember the American command you speak of. Our troops met it while on the march to Tien-Tsin.”
“You did!” cried Gilbert. “Then perhaps we fought almost side by side!”
“It is possible—and we had some Japanese fighting with us too.” The Russian officer drew a long breath. “Times have changed, have they not?”
“Yes—especially for us,” and Gilbert gave a short laugh.
“I am sorry—in a way. If I could do anything for you, I would. But I cannot,” returned the Russian officer, and walked away.
CHAPTER XXVII
CAPTAIN BARUSKY HAS HIS SAY
Contrary to their expectations the prisoners, and especially the Americans, were treated well. The Russians did not have the best of rations, but what they did have they shared with all.
The march was kept up all of the afternoon, and it must be admitted that by nightfall both Ben and Gilbert were worn out. As usual, the Japanese did not appear to mind it in the least.
“I believe those fellows could march on for three days without stopping,” was Gilbert’s remark, as he threw himself on the ground to rest. “They are regular walking machines.”