CHAPTER VIII
AN ESCAPE
The official who entered the jail gave instructions to his two subordinates and they proceeded to search the boys, but Sidney stepped back and raised his hand in appeal.
“Wait,” he said, “I have a passport that will explain who we are.”
He took the paper out from his breast pocket and presented it to the official, who regarded it curiously, but immediately returned it with a short comment which the boys, of course, could not understand.
“I’ll bet he can’t read Russian,” said Raymond.
“That’s so,” said one of the men in broken English, “he not speak Russian, only Lesghian.”
“Hello!” exclaimed Raymond in surprise, “where did you learn English?”
“I live New York.”
“Why didn’t you stay there?”
“I come home.”