They were always winning victories everywhere, and it would be but a short time before the treacherous English, the wicked French and the ignorant Russians were crushed.
John yawned after a while and went to his room.

He intended to be fresh and strong the next morning when he started on the last stage of his search, and when the dawn came he was glad to see that it was clear and bright.

By noon he was deep among the hills, and so far had answered all questions without arousing any suspicion.

But he knew that trouble about his identity was bound to come in time.

He could not go on forever, playing the role of Jean Castel, a horse-buyer from Lorraine.
Lorraine was far away now, and he was beyond his natural range.
And yet his frank young face and smiling eyes were continually making him friends where he expected none.