“Proceed,” said the Montenegrin.

“Well, then,” Ivan went on, “you may remember a certain proposal you have made me upon several occasions?”

“I do,” exclaimed Nicolas, with unfeigned eagerness.  “Can it be that at last you have decided to—­”

“Accept?” interrupted Ivan.  “Yes; I have decided to accept; and these Germans here have had something to do with my decision.  They have told me how Germany and Austria combined will eventually win the great war and of the good things that will be in store for all of us when that day comes.  You are right, Nicolas, it is well to be on the winning side.”

“And I am glad you see it that way,” declared Nicolas, extending a hand, which Ivan grasped, much to his distaste.  “I have long wanted a trusted lieutenant, and you shall be he.”

“Thanks, Nicolas,” returned Ivan.  “I had not expected that.  Had you told me before it might have influenced me sooner.  But now I shall have the others approach.  By the way, you speak German?”

“Yes.”

“Good; then there is no need of an interpreter.”

He raised his hand and at the signal the others came forward.  Ivan presented each in turn, applying to each a German name that had been agreed upon during the night’s travel.  Nicolas expressed his pleasure at seeing them and after a few words of pleasantry, said: 

“Now, gentlemen, if you will accompany me to my quarters, I shall try and make you feel at home.”

As they walked along Hal and Chester took stock of the Montenegrin.  Big he was, fully as tall and as broad as Ivan himself, and his great arms hung below his knees.  He was the personification of rugged strength and brutality.  From Nicolas the lads turned their eyes to Ivan.  There was scarcely a noticeable difference in the stature of the two men and from casual observation it would have been hard to choose between them in the matter of strength.  But the one noticeable difference was in the eyes.

Ivan’s eyes looked one straight in the face, while Nicolas’ shifted uneasily when he was observed closely.  It was the difference in the eyes that told the difference between the two men better than anything else.

Presently Nicolas stopped before an extremely large hut, built up close beside a giant rock.  He stood aside and motioned the others to enter.  They did so and Nicolas, after a word to his men, came in after them and closed the door.  Then he motioned them all to seats and sat down himself.  He eyed his guests in silence for a few moments, and finally remarked: 

“Well?”

Hal took it upon himself to do the talking.

“First,” he said, “we would like to know how you are progressing?”

“Beautifully,” was Nicolas’ reply.  “I have distributed the gold given me for that purpose, first, of course, taking out my own share.  The Albanians, knowing the poverty of the Montenegrins, have been convinced by the gold that final success in this war must crown the Austrian arms.  Austrian sentiment is becoming greater each day.  But I need more money.”