"Sure," said Smith quietly.
But Clinch gave him no chance to close in: it was death even to swerve. Smith walked slowly out into the starlight, ahead of Clinch — slowly forward in the luminous darkness.
"Keep going," came Clinch's quiet voice behind him. And, after they had entered the woods, — "Bear to the right."
Smith knew now. The low woods were full of sink-holes. They were headed for the nearest one.
* * * * *
On the edge of the thing they halted. Smith turned and faced Clinch.
"What's the idea?" he asked without a quaver.
"Was you in Roosia?"
"Yes."
"Was you an officer?"