A half-hour later they were joking over a cup of chocolate and a plate of sweet biscuits in the Red Cross canteen. Mazie was still dressed as a Russian peasant girl.
“I say, Mazie!” exclaimed Johnny. “You make a jolly fine-looking peasant!”
“Thanks!” said Mazie. “But if that’s the way they treat peasant girls, I prefer to be an American.”
“What did they do to you?”
“Nothing, only tried to frighten me into telling where the gold was. It’s not so much what they did as what they would have done.” She shivered.
“Did they get any of the gold?”
“Not an ounce. It’s all stowed away here at the Red Cross.”
“Good! Then we’ll have our haven of refuge yet.”
“If we live.”
“And we will.”