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his ignorance. Kenneth whispered that the wagon was not to be unloaded
               yet; he dared not say more at the moment, with so many enemies within

               hearing.



               The sky was becoming overclouded. The wagoner took the horses out, and
               led them to loose boxes in the stables. The trooper Schmidt had sprung
               down and entered the house, where all the Uhlans except three left on guard

               over the prisoners had assembled for the good dinner prepared by the
               women of the farm under the eye of their truculent visitors.



               The wagon having been left standing at the gate, Kenneth ventured to
               repeat to Pariset the gist of the conversation he had heard. The Belgian

                swore under his breath.



                "We must get out while they are at dinner," Kenneth whispered.


                "Those three brutes would see us," said Pariset, eyeing the three Uhlans

                savagely through his peephole.



                "I'm afraid they would," Kenneth agreed. "But we are bound to be
               discovered when they unload."



                "Well, we'll get away if we see half a chance. We must wait. I wish we
               could do something for those poor wretches in the yard. These Germans

               have much to answer for, Ken; and they shall pay--they shall pay!"


               They lay in their stuffy shelter, listening to the sounds of

               merriment--heavy-hoofed merriment--from within the house, the grumbles
               of the Uhlans who had been left outside and were losing the fun, the sobs of

               the women at the wall. The sky grew blacker and blacker, rain began to fall.
               The Uhlans on guard turned up their collars and swore.



               Presently there was a diversion. The two Uhlans who had been out
               rounding up the missing farmer had caught him and a second man, and

               were bringing them along at a trot, prodding them with their lances to make
               them keep up with the horses. There were cries of dismay from the herded
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