A rather young man, with a keen clever face, passed him quickly, then pulled up, turning in his direction.
“I beg your pardon. Have you just arrived here?”
“Yes. You’re English. That’s right,” said Jack heartily. “I’m a prisoner.”
“Can I be of service to you? Have you friends in the place?”
“Could you direct me to Colonel Baron’s house or lodgings?”
“Certainly. I know them all. My name is Curtis.”
“Ah! I have heard that name from Roy Baron.”
“Roy and I were great friends, when he was here. Anything you can tell me about him will be welcome.”
Curtis looked questioningly, and Jack answered the look.
“My name is Keene. Roy and I have been through the Campaign in Spain together, and on the retreat I was wounded and taken prisoner.”