He was not alone. He had hardly taken a step before he stumbled upon a prone form. Many men and some women were sprawled about on the stone floor.

“Amerikaner,” came in a shrill whisper. “Lie down here.”

Johnny obeyed.

“Got you, did they,” said the voice with a Russian accent.

“Yes, and for what?” said Johnny.

“In this land we do not ask for what. It is enough that we are got.”

“What’s to-morrow?” asked Johnny suddenly.

“To-morrow we will be shot.”

“That’s cheerful,” said Johnny. “What time?”

“Before dawn.”