brother. "Won't we?" he said.

They did not reply, but gazed at him with looks that were more than
promises.

"Well," he continued, "I guess my boyhood is over now. My work is cut
out for me. Come on, Ivan, come Jack, let's get going!"

"What do you think you are going to do, Ivanovich?" asked the wounded
soldier. Like all his class, generations of submission made him ignore
as much as possible all save the one noble. All his attention was
given to Ivan, the young Prince.

"Be careful, Ivanovich," he urged. "It is not possible for you to go
forth in the clothes you wear. There is danger lurking abroad for the
high born."

Ivan shrugged his fearless shoulders. "They would not dare to harm
me," he answered.

"He's right. Those clothes won't do," said Warren decidedly. "We
don't know where we are going, nor whom we may meet. Where can we find
something rough for you to wear?"

"Down below are the workmen's extra blouses," said the soldier. "When
I worked here, the room was kept locked, but you might perhaps force
the door. There are blouses and rough shoes there. But I tremble; I
tremble!" He suddenly lapsed into Polish. "Let these Americans go,
Prince," he begged. "Harm never come to them. They go always as
though they wore a charm. Poland shall yet rise, my Prince. From