"Where? Why?"
"Don't you see?"
Jack searched the distant landscape in vain.
"No, are the Germans there? Oh, now I see. Why, it's a squadron of your cursed Uhlans!"
"Yes," said Rickerl, mildly.
"Then they've been chased out of the Château de Nesville!"
"Probably. They may come back. Jack, can't you get out of this country?"
"Perhaps," replied Jack, soberly. He thought of Lorraine, of the marquis lying mangled and dead in the forest beside the fragments of his balloon.
"Your Lieutenant von Steyr is a dirty butcher," he said. "I hope you'll finish him when you find him."
"He fired explosive bullets, which your franc-tireurs use on us," retorted Rickerl, growing red.