A terrific cannonading began again—louder, more continuous than any that had gone before.
"Yes—they are fighting for the end of the Pass," he muttered; "the Russians——"
"And will they——?"
"God knows. I pray——" he paused and scanned her face anxiously.
"What, Hugh?"
"That the Russians may win."
She started away from him, her eyes widely inquiring.
"Why?"
He smiled slowly.
"It's simple enough. Because if I am taken by the Austrians I shall be shot as a spy."