“That’s not likely, in a wild country like this.”
“But we have maps of wild mountains.”
“Yes, but that’s in the United States.”
“Where I wish we were, this minute,” declared Raymond fervently.
“I believe we’ve done our hardest work,” said Sidney, “so don’t get blue. Won’t it be fine, though, to get aboard a train at Tiflis!”
“The finest will be a steamer on the Black Sea, and then home; think of that, Sid!”
“I hope Turkey is not mixed up in the war. I have a sort of an idea that she controls the Black Sea, and unless she has joined Russia and England we may have trouble in getting out.”
“What should we do, then?” asked Raymond.
“I don’t know, but I’m sure Americans would be allowed through if anybody would.”
By night the boys had descended so far that the air was soft and warm, and they did not need to seek a spot that was sheltered from cold winds. They chose a level place and spread their blankets in the open, with only the blue sky overhead. It was very different from their camp of the previous night, and, indeed, as they lay on the ground looking up at the twinkling stars, it did not seem possible that such a transformation could be reality and not a dream.