And then all at once, out of a dark spot in the road, appeared a man, holding a horse.
"Halt!" he cried, in a guttural voice.
They obeyed, perforce. And when they were close enough, they saw that he was a German cavalryman, one of the dreaded Uhlans.
CHAPTER X
THROUGH THE LINES
For a moment Frank's heart sank, but suddenly, a hoarse laugh surprised him and revived his spirits. It was the Uhlan. He was laughing at them.
"Kinder!" he said, deep down in his throat.
"Nothing so alarming in this," thought Frank, experiencing quick relief, and awaiting the Uhlan's next words.
"I have my way lost," he said, in a guttural English. "Kannst du Englisch sprechen?"