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
"To tell the truth, I wouldn't be surprised if he hunted us up the
moment he comes in," said Jack. "He'll want to tell us what is coming
off to-morrow, so that we may be on hand. Nice fellow, the count. Seems
to like us quite a bit."
"So he does," was Frank's rejoinder. "Can't say that I return the
feeling, however."
"No. Well, we'll turn in, anyhow; perhaps the count won't be so unkind
as to disturb us."
"Hold on now," said Frank. "There is something else to be decided on
before we can sleep."
"What's that?" demanded Jack.
"Well, we haven't communicated with the Czar yet, and he will arrive
here to-morrow. How are we going to warn him?"
"Say! That's not such an easy question, is it?"
"I guess not. The count and his crowd will meet the Czar at the station,
I suppose."
"Well, we can be there, too."
"Yes; but if we try to give the warning there it will spoil everything."
"Then what are we going to do?"
"That's the question. Let me think a bit and try and do a little
yourself."
The lads became silent, considering the situation. It was Frank who
finally broke the silence.
"I've got it!" he declared.
"Well, let's have it," returned Jack.
"All right. It's very simple, too. It's still early. There is a train to
Petrograd at midnight."
"So there is," said Jack. "But you forget that it won't get you there in
time to catch the Czar before he leaves Petrograd."
"Oh, no, I don't," said Frank. "I have been studying maps and things
since we have been here, and I have found a certain town that is a
railway division point. All trains stop there to change engines. I'll
get off there and wait for the Czar's train to come through."
"Hm-mm," said Jack. "That will be some time early in the morning. If the
Czar has arisen, all well and good. If not, you'll have a hard time
getting to him."
"Something must be left to chance," returned Frank quietly.
"So it must," agreed Jack. "Well, in lieu of a better plan, that will
have to do. Now will you go, or do you want me to go?"
"Seeing that it's my plan, I guess I'll go," said Frank.
"All right. Then you had better hurry. I'll tell the count that you have
disappeared. It wouldn't do for him to find you here to-night and not in
the morning."
"Right you are," agreed Frank. "Well, I hate to go, for, to tell the
truth the bed looks awfully inviting. However, it's got to be done."
He slipped into his overcoat quickly and extended a hand to Jack.
"Just in case anything happens," he said quietly.
Jack grasped the hand and squeezed it.
"I'll bide here quietly," he said. "I'll probably be at the station when
the royal train pulls in to-morrow. You'll probably come back with the
Czar. If you get a chance, tip me the wink."
"I won't get a chance," said Frank, "for I will keep very much out of
sight. If the count should see me in the Czar's retinue he would smell a
mouse immediately."
"By Jove! so he would," agreed Jack. "Well, I'll find you some place
when the excitement is over."
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