ng to fight the battles of his country."

The Russian took out a pocketbook and made a note, then he rose.

"It is time for bed," he said. "I am up at daybreak."

"I hope I shall see you often in the prison," Charlie said. "I
suppose I shall go in there tomorrow morning. I am indebted to you,
indeed, for the very great kindness you have shown me."

"No, you will not go in early. I have got leave for you for another
day, and I am going to take you for a drive in the morning. You
will be called an hour before sunrise. Take your breakfast as soon
as you are dressed. Do not wait for me. I have work to do before I
start, and shall breakfast elsewhere."

As soon as Charlie had breakfasted the next morning, a Cossack told
him that the carriage was below, and he followed him to the door
where he had entered on the previous evening. The carriage was a
simple one, but the three horses harnessed abreast to it were
magnificent animals. Charlie stood admiring them for some little
time.

"I should think," he said to himself, "the doctor must be a man of
large property, and most likely of noble family, who has taken up
his profession from pure love of it. He is evidently full of
energy, and has an intense desire to see Russia greater and higher
in the rank of nations. I suppose that, like Kelly, he is one of
the principal medical officers in the army. Certainly he must be a
man of considerable influence to obtain my transfer here so easily,
and to see that I travelled so comfortably. I wonder where he is
going to take me this morning."

Four or five minutes later Charlie's friend appeared at the door.
He was evidently out of temper. He sprung hastily into the vehicle,
as if he had altogether forgotten that he had asked Charlie to
accompany him.

Then, as his eye fell on him, he nodded and said briefly, "Jump
in."

A little surprised at the unceremonious address, Charlie sprang
into the seat beside him without hesitation, seeing that his
companion was evidently so much out of temper that he was not
thinking of what he was doing at the moment. The coachman cracked
his whip, and the spirited horses went off, at a rate of speed that
threatened danger to persons traversing the narrow streets of the
town. The cracking of the coachman's whip, and an occasional loud
shout and the jangling of the bells, gave, however, sufficient
warning of their approach.

Charlie smiled at the alacrity with which every one sprang out of
the way