As we knelt, the priest went through the ritual, afterwards giving us an address, urging submission and penitence, as well as extolling the Czar's clemency most likely; but as I was unable to understand a word, I was spared this canting hypocrisy, and was glad when the grim farce was over and we had left the sacred building. Soon we were upon our way again, and through out the day trudged wearily onward. With a thick pine forest on each side of the road, the journey resembled a sea voyage, one spot so much like another that we always seemed to remain in the same place. We had no chains to trouble us now; but though permission had been given to talk, all desire for conversation had gone out of us, so jaded and weary were we. Without a halt, we pushed on until long after daylight had faded, and when at last a rest was made we prepared to bivouac in the forest. A large fire was lit, some biscuits and salt beef served out, and then, with nothing further to protect us from the frost than our greatcoats and rugs, we flung ourselves upon the ground and sought repose. I was exhausted and soon fell asleep. I must have continued so for several hours, when suddenly I felt a hand upon my cheek, and in the fitful light thrown by the dying embers of the fire, saw a Cossack bending over me. All was quiet, save for the shadowy forms of the sentries, who paced quietly to and fro among the surrounding trees. As I awoke, the man at my side placed his finger significantly upon my lips, whispering in broken English, "Don't utter a word, but listen; Frank Burgoyne, remember what I am about to tell you. Be brave, and you may escape." "Escape!" I ejaculated, rubbing my eyes, half-believing that I must be dreaming. "How can I?" "The matter is simple if you follow my directions; but it will require nerve and firm determination. If you falter you are lost." "Tell me, how can it be done?" I whispered, eagerly. He bent so closely that, although his face was unrecognisable in the darkness, I could feel his breath. Placing his mouth to my ear he said: "To-morrow afternoon we shall pass through a small village called Podberesa. A mile after leaving it, we shall come to cross-roads, and there you will see a two-horse sleigh awaiting you, the driver of which will have a red ribbon upon his whip. Be on the watch, and when close to it make a dash between the guards, jump in, and you will be driven to the coast, where you can get away to England. In the sleigh you will find the dress of a courier, and a passport which will ensure your safety." "But the escort; they will fire!" I exclaimed in amazement. "There are no `buts.' Time does not permit of reflection. Do as I bid, and you will not be harmed," he said. "You are my friend, then?" "No, scarcely that. My duty is to take you to the mines." "Then why do you tell me how to escape?" "There is reason in most things that we do."