CHAPTER XIV
IN THE HOLY VILLAGE
"PREOPOJENSKY, but by a circuitous route," said Malinkoff, speaking across the chauffeur. "What about the wires?"
He looked up at the telegraph lines, looping from pole to pole, and Malcolm thrust his head into the window of the limousine to communicate this danger to the sybaritic Mr. Bim, who was spraying himself with perfume from a bottle he had found in the well-equipped interior of the car.
"Stop," said Cherry. "We're well away from Moscow."
At a word from Malinkoff the chauffeur brought the car to a standstill and Cherry slipped out, revolver in hand.
Then to the amazement of Malcolm and the unfeigned admiration of the general. Cherry Bim made good his boast. Four times his gun cracked and at each shot a line broke.
"To be repeated at intervals," said Cherry, climbing into the car. "Wake me in half an hour,"
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