Mentally making a note of this fact, Jimmie raised his glance fearlessly to meet the cold blue eyes of the German officer. In that glance Jimmie comprehended the fact that he could expect little mercy from a man whose whole ambition in life seemed to be unquestioning and unwavering devotion to his Emperor. He read also in the blue eyes craft and skill in diplomacy and a keen intelligence withal.
"Captain," began the soldier who had brought Jimmie to the tent, "this Cossack has been giving information to his Russian friends."
Jimmie detected without any difficulty the implied sneer in the term "Cossack," but forebore making any reply on the instant.
"So?" observed von Liebknecht. "Again? Must we always be troubled at critical times with this wonderful recruit?"
As none of the group seemed able to reply, silence was the only response. The Captain let his glance wander about from one to another of his aides. His eyes rested for a moment upon the countenance of a member of the group apparently older than the others.
An almost imperceptible shake of the head answered the questioning glance. For some reason The Wolf felt a sense of relief.
"What have you to say for yourself, young man?" asked the Captain.
"I guess I said enough before I enlisted," answered Jimmie.
"Yet you have now some secret information," demanded the other.
"No, sir," protested the lad in wide-eyed amazement.