The next morning the Cossack lines were early astir, and horses and men were fully ready to set out when two officers came towards them, one dressed as a Cossack, and leading his horse. The men were quickly drawn up, and having explained that he was their new commander, the Cossack officer turned to his companion and formally handed over the two prisoners. "There, comrade," he said, "take them and look well after them. I heat they have already done harm enough, though, indeed, I cannot say much against them, for Stackanoff was too harsh with the wounded prisoner, and, besides, his dismissal has given me this command and a chance of distinguishing myself, and having my name brought before our master the Czar." The infantry officer answered that he hoped the long-looked-for opportunity would not take long in coming, and beckoning to four men who had followed him, ordered them to march the prisoners off. Phil and Tony shook hands heartily with Vilnoff, and the former thanked him for his kindness. "If ever we meet again, Vilnoff," he said, "perhaps we shall be able to do as much for you, and in any case, when we get back to our friends, as we mean to do, we shall tell them how good one of the Cossack horsemen has been to us. Now, good-bye and good luck! I hope Stackanoff will do you no harm, and that before long you will be seeking the girl you spoke of near Moscow." "Ah!" the Russian grunted, while a broad grin overspread his usually grave features, "you give me hope, Englishman. Good-bye, and may the blessed Virgin see you safely to your friends!" Phil and Tony were surrounded at this moment by their infantry guard, and marched smartly away to the rear of the camp. Here they were ordered to enter a large shed adjoining a farmhouse, and this they found was filled with other prisoners like themselves. "Halloo, mates," voices sang out, "when were you taken? What's going to happen to us?" Phil hastily explained, and then suddenly seeing the wounded officer who had borne the colour on the previous day, and who had been removed from the Cossack lines a few minutes after the brutal Stackanoff's dismissal, he walked over to him and asked him how he felt. "Much better, thanks to you, Corporal," answered the young fellow. "The doctor dressed my wound, and then got this mattress for me. After all, it was only a flesh wound, and but for severe loss of blood I should have been all right and the colour saved. It is sad to think that it was captured." "The colour is all right," answered Phil. "As I was dragged away I saw that the Highlanders had rescued it." "That's good news! Excellent news!" exclaimed the young officer in tones of relief. "Look here, Corporal, my name is McNeil, and I am sending in an account of our little affair. The doctor here has promised to have it taken over to our lines under a flag of truce. What is your name and your friend's? I am going to recommend you both for distinguished gallantry."