At night they were snug enough, for the doctor had adapted an empty wagon as their sleeping-place, and this, with a deep bed of straw at the bottom, blankets hung at the sides and others laid over the top, constituted as comfortable a shelter as could be desired.
At last, after a month's travelling, the doctor pointed to a town rising over the plain, and signified that this was their halting-place.
It was a town of some seven or eight thousand inhabitants, and the mosque-like domes of the churches shining, brightly in the sun, and the green-painted roofs and bright colors of many of the houses, gave it a gay and cheerful appearance.
The convoy made its way through the streets to large barracks, now converted into a hospital.

When the sick had been taken into the wards, the doctor proceeded with the midshipmen to the residence of the governor.
The boys had laid aside the sheepskin cloaks which had proved so invaluable during their journey, and as they walked through the streets, in their midshipman's uniform, attracted a good deal of attention.
They were at once shown in to the governor, an officer of some five-and-thirty years old, with a fierce and disagreeable expression of countenance.

He was a member of a high Russian family; but as a punishment for various breaches of discipline, arising from his quarrelsome disposition and misconduct, he had been appointed governor to this little town, instead of going with his regiment to the front.
Saluting him, the doctor delivered to him an order for the safe guardianship of the two English officers.
"Ah," he said, as he perused the document, and glanced at the midshipmen, "if these are British officers, I can scarcely understand the trouble they are giving us.

They are mere boys.

I thought their uniform was red.