“Oh, I don’t think he can be,” exclaimed Sidney. Then, after a moment of reflection, “Still, he may be, too. I hope he is.”
“Are you sorry we started out the way we did?” asked Raymond.
“Well, I don’t know,” replied Sidney. “If we had known the Russian Government was going to be so good to Americans, we might have waited in Nizhni-Novgorod. But we did what we thought was the best thing.”
“Gee! but that was a long time ago,” said Raymond. “If we had only been able to send a message to mother! She must have had a tough time waiting in New York after she knew about the war.”
“Yes; I feel worse about that than anything else.” And there was a suspicion of moisture in Sidney’s eyes. “Poor mother! I suppose we ought not to have insisted on coming when she was so opposed to it.”
“But who could have imagined there would be such a war? Even mother thought we should be safe from war over here. And father wanted to come, too.”
“Well, father is about as much of a boy as we are.”
“This is the toughest proposition we were ever up against, Sid.”
“It certainly is, and after we are over the mountains we don’t know what we’ll strike on the other side.”
“Maybe America will join in the war by that time, and we’ll be arrested as spies.”