"Feel better? Good!" he said. "Now tell me what happened! Where are the
two officers who were in the car? Were they hurt?"
"I--do not know," said Boris.
Fred had to strain his ears to catch what Boris said. Boris was weak and
exhausted, and Fred was glad that the German officer seemed kindly and
disposed to be humane.
"You do not know? How is that? You were in the car with them, weren't
you?"
"I was in the car, but I do not know what happened after the accident. I
was thrown out--and I did not know anything until you roused me just
now."
"But what were you doing in the car, then? Who were those officers?
Where were they going?"
"I do not know. I know only that I was walking along the road, because
all the people had been sent away from their homes, when the car
stopped, and a man told me to get in and sit low, so that I should not
be seen. Then we drove very fast and after a while there was a crash,
and I was thrown out."
"Can you walk?"
The German's tone had changed somewhat. It was anxious now, and puzzled.
"I--don't know," said Boris. "There is a pain in my leg--here, right
above the ankle. Ouch!"
Fred saw the German officer slip his hand down over the spot to which
Boris pointed, and his touch dragged the exclamation of pain from Boris.
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