"Eh!" he said, "but this is a terrible time! War and fighting, and the dead lying there--men, strong men, dying in the dark.

Sons! I have three sons.

God knows where they are to-night." The voice ceased.

Then repeated quavering: "God knows where they are to-night." Graham stood revolving a question that should not betray his ignorance.
Again the old man's voice ended the pause.
"This Ostrog will win," he said.

"He will win.