“Many, a few miles away,” said the Doctor.
“But he is not likely to go and tell them that there is an Englishman here?”
“I hope not. Oh, no; I will see that he does not. Then there is risk in your coming here, my friend?”
“I’m afraid so; but I was obliged to come, Martin.”
“But, father, why have you not come in your uniform?”
“Quiet, boy,” was the reply; “I have no time to explain. Look here, Martin, old friend; when I agreed that Phil here should come on this long visit with you I had no idea that matters would turn out like this. But there is no time to waste. You must get out of the country as fast as you can.”
“With your son?”
“Of course. Get south, beyond the English lines. You understand?”
“Yes. Quite.”
“Then now get me something; bread and meat or bread and water—I am nearly starved.”