"I wish to reach Metz, where I can obtain more horses for the army." "Why do you walk ?" "I sold my last horse and the automobiles and trains are not for me.

I know that the army needs all the space in them and I ask nothing." "Fare on then," said von Boehlen.

"Your papers are in good condition and you'll have no trouble in reaching Metz.

But be sure you don't lose your passport." The injunction was kindly and John, thanking him, took up the road.

Von Boehlen and his Uhlans rode on, and John looked back once.