"Do you remember what he said?" "'_Fünfzehn minuten._'" "What question did you ask him?" "'_Wie lange bleiben sie hier?_'" "You asked him how long he remained at the station, after he had been there ten minutes?" "Yes, sir." "Your German was better than your logic." "I supposed he meant fifteen minutes more." "You had no right to suppose so, if you did suppose any such thing. However, it is not for me to decide on this case." "The train went off in less than five minutes. We ran after it, and yelled with all our might. Didn't you hear us, sir?" "I confess that I did not," replied the doctor, with a smile; "but that doesn't prove that I am hard of hearing. You came down the Volga?" "Yes, sir. I thought Moscow was on the Volga, but Beckwith said it was not," replied De Forrest. "I knew it was not, and told him so," protested Beckwith. "But still you went with him?" "The captain spoke English a little, and told us we could take the train to Moscow. We didn't like to wait in that station till five o'clock the next morning." "A train left Tver at about eleven that forenoon, and I supposed, if you were left, that you would come down in that." "We didn't know it." At this moment Captain Ekovetz came into the office, and through him it was ascertained that the runaways were captured while they were going on board of a steamer about to start for Kazan, and had their tickets, for which the police compelled the seller to refund the money. De Forrest attempted to explain, but his statement was rather improbable--quite as much so as the rest of his story. "How long have you been here?" inquired the doctor. "Three days, sir." "As prisoners?" "We staid at the Hotel Odessa, but the police and the servants watched us all the time." "This isn't a good country to run away in," laughed the doctor. "We had no idea of running away, sir." "Getting left is about the same thing. But we will move on, for we have not much time to spare." Droskies were taken, and the captain directed them to drive to Minin's Tower. It is on a bluff, where the old town stood, including a part of the Kremlin, and commands a fine view of the river and the fairgrounds, on the tongue of land between the Volga and the Oka. The party entered the Cathedral of the Transformation, where Minin is buried. "Who was Minin?" asked Lincoln, as they stood by the obelisk erected to his memory.