The Boy Allies in the Baltic; Or, Through Fields of Ice to Aid the Czar — John Shaqi
The Boy Allies in the Baltic; Or, Through Fields of Ice to Aid the CzarHayes, Clair W. (Clair Wallace)
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The Boy Allies in the Baltic; Or, Through Fields of Ice to Aid the Czar
Hayes, Clair W. (Clair Wallace)
World War, 1914-1918 -- Baltic Sea -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Naval operations -- Juvenile fiction
"And you say the papers that are to be found on us are concealed in the
lining of the coats, sir?" asked Jack.
"Yes; I had them prepared hurriedly, but they will pass muster. They are
identical; so, when the count finds them, he will believe, as I wish him
to believe, that they were sent in duplicate that he might be sure of
getting one if the other was caught."
"And we are not to know the contents, sire?"
"It is not necessary," was the reply. "You will shape your course
according to events as they transpire. First, you must get into the good
graces of the count."
"We'll try, sire," said Jack.
The two lads stepped into the next room, where, as the Czar had said,
two suits of clothing were laid out. The garments caused the lads no
little wonder that they could have been procured so readily. Of coarse
weave, they were, nevertheless, of unmistakable German pattern, when
examined closely. There was no hint of Russian manufacture about them.
Dressed and ready, they returned to where the Czar and Lord Hastings
awaited them.
"All ready, sire," said Jack.
The Czar nodded. Walking to a little cabinet at the far end of the room,
he returned with two wicked looking automatics. He extended one to each
lad.
"A present from my kingly cousin, Kaiser Wilhelm," he said. "May they
stand you in good stead. Now, you are sure that you understand the
situation perfectly?"
The lads nodded.
"Good, then. Now, I will not tell you how I shall arrange for you to be
picked up by Count Blowinski. You will know in due season. All you have
to do is to board the night express for Moscow. It is now dark and the
train will not leave for another hour. You have plenty of time, and
money for your tickets you will find in your pockets. When events have
shaped themselves so that you know there will be no chance of a slip,
you will let me know in some manner. Trust no agents. I leave the way to
you."
The Czar extended a hand to each lad.
"Good luck to you both," he said simply.
The lads bowed and then made their way from the palace, leaving Lord
Hastings behind, for it had been agreed that he should not be seen with
them. They had secured directions to the railroad station and once
outside the palace they turned their footsteps in that direction and
walked along slowly.
"This train doesn't reach Moscow until morning," said Frank, "so we
shall be able to get all the rest we need en route. I am curious to know
just how we are to fall in with the esteemed count."
"So am I," Jack agreed, "but I guess the Emperor of all the Russias has
a few strings he can pull without any one being the wiser. The thing
that troubles me is, will we be able to fool the count?"
"It's our business to see that we do," was Frank's reply. "By the way,
talking about the count, do you know that I think a whole lot of this
gun the Czar gave me? I wouldn't want to lose it."
"Think you could hit anything with it?" queried Jack with a smile.
"Well, I guess I wouldn't miss very far."
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