Before evening a cold north wind sprang up, bringing with it a small blizzard.

Late in the night our party reached the river.
Our colonist welcomed us and offered at once to ferry us over and swim the horses, although there was ice still floating which had come down from the head-waters of the stream.

During this conversation there was present one of the peasant's workmen, red-haired and squint-eyed.

He kept moving around all the time and suddenly disappeared.

Our host noticed it and, with fear in his voice, said: "He has run to the village and will guide the Partisans here.