Two American Boys in the War ZoneGreen, Levi Worthington
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Two American Boys in the War Zone
Green, Levi Worthington
Americans -- Russia -- Juvenile fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Russia -- Juvenile fiction
When they returned to the inn the landlord indicated that supper was
prepared, and after they had partaken of that they went to their room,
which was on the second floor. Sidney had been made rather nervous
when he thought about his mistake in showing money to the crowd of
strangers, and his first care was to assure himself that the room was
secure. He found to his relief that the window overlooked a clear space
with no other building near. The door was very solid, but the lock
appeared to be more ornamental than effective.
“I don’t think much of that lock, Ray,” he said, “and I don’t want to
run the risk of a visit in the night from one of those men.”
“We can soon fix that.” And Raymond dragged up the only chair, a very
heavy oak one, and braced it under the door handle in such a way that
the door could not be opened from without. They then swung the window
back for air, as there seemed to be no possibility of danger from that
quarter.
“I’m going to divide my money,” said Sidney, “and you had better do
the same. We can’t tell what may happen on the road.” He knotted
the greater part of the gold which he carried in a handkerchief and
suspended it from his neck underneath all of his clothes.
“Now, if we are held up, unless we are stripped, the robbers will think
the forty rubles I have left in my purse is all I have. It’s lucky
father insisted on dividing his money with us. If he hadn’t we should
not have any now to hide from robbers.”
“We shan’t be so likely to be held up,” said Raymond, “now I have this
gun. I wish I had had a chance to show them the way I can use it. They
would have greater respect for me.”
CHAPTER V NIGHT PROWLERS
When the boys had disposed of their money, most of which they carried
to bed with them, and had barricaded the door, they went to bed with
a feeling of tolerable security. They were usually both very sound
sleepers, but Sidney had worried so over his ill-advised exhibition of
money that he slept very lightly that night, and was constantly rousing
to a half-wakened state.
As he lay in an apprehensive half-slumber he dreamed that the captain
of the river boat had come to call on them and was trying to open the
door. But for some reason, which Sidney could not fathom, he could
neither admit the caller nor call out to him to come in. Suddenly he
wakened fully, and realized that there was some one really at the door.
He listened intently and could hear a movement outside, as though a
person were cautiously manipulating the door handle. He took hold
of his brother’s arm and shook him gently. Raymond started up in bed
as though he had been dreaming too, but Sidney put his hand over his
brother’s mouth and said “Sh-sh.”
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