I'll be glad when we can step into a decent hotel, have a rub,
and feel like white men once more. I am beginning to feel like
these dirty Slavs and Huns we saw 'way back there."

"There's one thing certain," said Lorry, looking out of the
window. "The people and the habitations are different and the
whole world seems changed since we left that station. Look at
those fellows on horseback over there."

"What did I tell you about brigands and robbers!" exclaimed
Anguish. "If those fellows are not bandits I'll lose faith in
every novel I ever read."

The train rolled slowly past three mounted men whose steeds stood
like statues upon a little knoll to the right of the track, men
and beasts engaged in silent contemplation of the cars. The men,
picturesquely attired and looking fierce, carrying long rifles,
certainly bore an aspect that suggested the brigand. When the
guard entered the carriage Anguish asked in German for some
information concerning the riders.

"Dey're frontier police-guards," responded the man in English,
smiling at their astonishment. Both Americans arose and shook
hands with him.

"By George, it's good to hear a man talk white man's language,"
cried Anguish.

"How do you come to be holding a job on this road? An
Englishman?" demanded Lorry. He looked anything but English.