they reached the open fields. Beside the highway a great pile of hay
lay scattered.

"We might sleep here for the rest of the night," Ivan suggested.

"Not if you can go on," said Warren. "I think we had better get as far
from the city as possible."

"Very well," said Ivan, "but let us rest for half an hour."

They flung themselves on the hay, and in a moment Ivan was asleep.
Warren could not rest, however, and sat staring moodily into the
night. In half an hour he roused his friend, and they started onward.
They proceeded in silence, each busily thinking. Warren trying to bear
up and take his blows manfully, and Ivan at a loss to know what to say
to the brave boy who had lost all he held dear in so terrible a
manner.

The road was level, and they went rapidly. As they rounded a sharp
turn, they saw an automobile ahead of them. It was a low racing car
and stood at the side of the road. There was some trouble on, for a
couple of men were bending over a wheel.

"They have had a puncture," exclaimed Warren, "and they are headed
toward Lodz. Let's see if they will give us a lift."

He boldly approached the men, who started, then looked relieved to see
that it was a couple of boys.

"What's the trouble?" said Warren in Polish. The main straightened,