‘Russians and baggage!’ gasped Jack, as he gazed down into the road on which Larry’s eyes were fixed.
There, sure enough, was a long line of wagons, all
‘Howly Moses, look there to yer left!’ cried Larry.
standing still, the drivers dozing on their seats, while the escort, a battalion of foot Cossacks, were sitting beside the road chatting, or strolling listlessly to and fro.
The lads descended to the ground and looked at one another with astonished faces.
‘Larry, we’ve made a discovery,’ said Jack. ‘We must get back and bring our fellows down; those wagons must be captured.’
The trumpeters turned and ran back at top speed, till they suddenly emerged from between the trees and almost ran into two mounted Hussar officers.
‘Bedad, it’s the colonel,’ said Larry.