“You will please excuse me,” he said humbly.  “I did not mean to offend.  For myself I am proud that I am a dwarf and I was glad that it was one of my own kind who conquered me.”

Stubbs, greatly flattered, threw out his chest and turned to Hal.

“You see,” he exclaimed, “if you have any doubts as to how I overcame this man, he will tell you himself.  Won’t you, Nik—­Nikol?”

Nikol bowed.

“I will, sir,” he replied.

“Well, you seem to have done a good job,” Hal replied.  “I don’t believe I could have overcome him.  In fact, I am sure of it.  Now if you will kindly order your newly made slave to answer my questions, perhaps we may learn something.”

Stubbs gave the order in the tone of a man born to command and the dwarf nodded his understanding.

“If my boss knew I could give orders like that, I’d have a better job,” was Stubbs’ comment as Hal turned to Nikol.

“What are your sympathies in this war?” asked the lad quietly.

“My sympathies,” was the reply, “I have kept locked up here,” and Nikol tapped his breast with one of his huge fingers.  “But, now that my conqueror requests me to talk, I will tell you.  My sympathies are with Montenegro; always have been and always will be.”

“Good!” exclaimed Hal.  “Then perhaps you can tell me something of the Austrian sentiment in these mountains.”

“The Austrian sympathy is very strong,” was the reply.  “Not so much here as further north.  Thousands of tribesmen there are only awaiting the arrival of the Austrians to join their ranks.  Some have joined already.”

“And is there not danger for a man of your sympathies in these parts?”

The Albanian shrugged his shoulders.

“I have said,” he replied, “that I keep my sympathies locked up here,” and again he tapped his breast.

Hal was silent for a few moments, considering a plan that had come to him.  At length he turned to Stubbs.

“Will you ask your newly made friend,” he said, “if he will join us?  He will be invaluable.  He can lead us where we would go without question.”

Stubbs grasped the situation instantly.

He put the question to the Albanian.  For long minutes the man hesitated, and then he, in turn, asked a question.

“You say that you are working in the interests of Montenegro?” he asked.

“I can give you my word,” replied Stubbs soberly.

The dwarf extended a hand to Stubbs and looked him in the eye.

“Such men as you, such fighters as you, do not lie,” he said gravely.

Stubbs blushed like a schoolboy as he extended a hand, which was seized in a grip that brought tears to the little man’s eyes.  But he bore the pain bravely, for he did not wish to lose caste in the eyes of his new admirer.

“Come then,” said Hal.  “We’ll pick up Colonel Edwards again and be moving.”

He led the way back to where the first shot had been fired and raised his voice in a shout: