"Ay, it's the enemy right enough," muttered Tony angrily. "Phil, them chaps is always coming up against us and spoiling our fun. First they stopped us from carrying that colour back, and then blest if a Cossack cove didn't try for to keep us when we was bolting from the camp. He paid for that, he did, and I expect he'll be more careful in the future. Then them drunken swabs turned us out of what was house and home, if yer can call an old rickety carriage such. Law! what a jolly time we give them too! And now they are after us again, the brutes!" and with a grunt of disgust Tony dragged the club from his belt, silently determining to fight the whole Russian army, if need be, and to help his comrade back to liberty. "Hush! Can't you keep quiet?" whispered Phil sharply. "Follow me through the vineyard. The road runs close beside the farther end, and we must hide there and watch." Somewhat abashed, Tony followed, and soon both were crouching within, a few yards of the road. A few minutes later a front guard of Cossacks passed like so many silent ghosts. Then field-guns and ammunition-wagons rumbled by, followed by battalions of infantry, and by regiments of Cossack horse. It was an impressive sight, especially when the Russian horsemen filed by, for in front of each regiment rode the commander, superbly mounted, and chanting a song, while behind him came other horsemen, clashing cymbals, to the accompaniment of which the whole regiment took up the refrain, and sang with voices far more melodious than could be expected from rough soldiers. "There is some big movement on," whispered Phil, "and I fear our difficulties in getting through will be vastly increased. Still, I am for trying to-night. To-morrow we might be hunted out of this. What do you say to our joining the stragglers, who are certain to follow the main body? The night is too dark for them to recognise us except when close at hand." "Seems to me a likely way out of the fix," agreed Tony, after a moment's consideration. "There won't be many of them, and if one happens to spot us, why--it'll be his own fault, Phil. Yes, we'll follow, and by keeping reasonably near we shall see where these fellows bivouac, and have a better chance of slipping through."