when charlie recovered his senses, he found himself lying bound in a room lighted by a dim lamp, which sufficed only to show that the beams were blackened by smoke and age, and the walls constructed of rough stone work. there was, so far as he could see, no furniture whatever in it, and he imagined that it was an underground cellar, used perhaps, at some time or other, as a storeroom. it was some time before his brain was clear enough to understand what had happened, or how he had got into his present position. gradually the facts came back to him, and he was able to think coherently, in spite of a splitting headache, and a dull, throbbing pain at the back of his head.

"i was knocked down and stunned," he said to himself, at last. "i wonder what became of stanislas. i hope he got away.

"this does not look like a prison. i should say that it was a cellar, in the house of one of the gang that set upon me. it is evident that someone has betrayed me, probably that jew, ben soloman. what have they brought me here for? i wonder what are they going to do with me."

his head, however, hurt him too much for him to continue the strain of thought, and, after a while, he dozed off to sleep. when he awoke, a faint light was streaming in through a slit, two or three inches wide, high up on the wall. he still felt faint and dizzy, from the effects of the blow. parched with thirst, he tried to call out for water, but scarce a sound came from his lips.

gradually, the room seemed to darken and become indistinct, and he again lapsed into insensibility. when he again became conscious, someone was pouring water between his lips, and he heard a voice speaking loudly and angrily. he had picked up a few words of polish from stanislas--the names of common things, the words to use in case he lost his way, how to ask for food and for stabling for a horse, but he was unable to understand what was said. he judged, however, that someone was furiously upbraiding the man who was giving him water, for the latter now and then muttered excuses.

"he is blowing the fellow up, for having so nearly let me slip through their fingers," he said to himself. "probably they want to question me, and find out who i have been in communication with. they shall get nothing, at present, anyhow."

he kept his eyes resolutely closed. presently, he heard a door open, and another man come in. a few words were exchanged, and, this time, wine instead of water was poured down his throat. then he was partly lifted up, and felt a cooling sensation at the back of his head. some bandages were passed round it, and he was laid down again. there was some more conversation, then a door opened and two of the men went out; the third walked back to him, muttering angrily to himself.

charlie felt sure that he had been moved from the place in which he had been the evening before. his bonds had been loosed, and he was lying on straw, and not on the bare ground. opening his eyelids the slightest possible degree, he was confirmed in his belief, by seeing that there was much more light than could have entered the cellar. he dared not look farther, and, in a short time, fell into a far more refreshing sleep than that he before had.

the next time he woke his brain was clearer, though there was still a dull sense of pain where he had been struck. without opening his eyes, he listened attentively. there was some sound of movement in the room, and, presently, he heard a faint regular breathing. this continued for some time, and he then heard a sort of grunt.

"he is asleep," he said to himself, and, opening his eyes slightly looked round. he was in another chamber. it was grimy with dirt, and almost as unfurnished as the cellar, but there was a window through which the sun was streaming brightly. he, himself, lay upon a heap of straw. at the opposite side of the room was a similar heap, and upon this a man was sitting, leaning against the wall, with his chin dropped on his chest.

the thought of escape at once occurred to charlie. could he reach the window, which was without glass and a mere opening in the wall, without awakening his guard, he could drop out and make for allan ramsay's. as soon as he tried to move, however, he found that this idea was for the present impracticable. he felt too weak to lift his head, and, at the slight rustle of straw caused by the attempt, the man opposite roused himself with a start.

he gave another slight movement, and then again lay quiet with his eyes closed. the man came across and spoke, but he made no sign. some more wine was poured between his lips, then the man returned to his former position, and all was quiet.

as he lay thinking his position over, charlie thought that those who had set his assailants to their work must have had two objects--the one to put a stop to his efforts to organize an agitation against the king, the second to find out, by questioning him, who were those with whom he had been in communication, in order that they might be arrested, and their property confiscated. he could see no other reason why his life should be spared by his assailants, for it would have been easier, and far less troublesome, to run him through as he lay senseless on the ground, than to carry him off and keep him a prisoner.

this idea confirmed the suspicion he had first entertained, that the assault had been organized by ben soloman. he could have no real interest in the king, for he was ready to join in the organization against him, could he have obtained his own terms. he might intend to gain credit with the royal party, by claiming to have stopped a dangerous plot, and at the same time to benefit himself, by bringing about the expulsion or death of many of his foreign trade rivals. for this end, the jew would desire that he should be taken alive, in order to serve as a witness against the others.

"he will not get any names from me," he said. "besides, none of them have promised to take any active measures against augustus. i did not ask them to do so. there is no high treason in trying to influence public opinion. still, it is likely enough that the jew wants to get me to acknowledge that an insurrection was intended, and will offer me my freedom, if i will give such testimony. as i am altogether in his power, the only thing to do is to pretend to be a great deal worse than i am, and so to gain time, till i am strong enough to try to get away from this place."

all this was not arrived at, at once, but was the result of half-dreamy cogitation extending over hours, and interrupted by short snatches of sleep. he was conscious that, from time to time, someone came into the room and spoke to his guard; and that, three or four times, wine was poured between his lips. once he was raised up, and fresh cloths, dipped in water, and bandages applied to his head.

in the evening, two or three men came in, and he believed that he recognized the voice of one of them as that of ben soloman. one of the men addressed him suddenly and sharply in swedish.

"how are you feeling? are you in pain? we have come here to give you your freedom."

charlie was on his guard, and remained silent, with his eyes closed.

"it is of no use," ben soloman said in his own language. "the fellow is still insensible. the clumsy fool who hit him would fare badly, if i knew who he was. i said that he was to be knocked down, silenced, and brought here; and here he is, of no more use than if he were dead."

"he will doubtless come round, in time," another said in an apologetic tone. "we will bring him round, if you will have patience, ben soloman."

"well, well," the other replied, "a few days will make no difference; but mind that he is well guarded, directly he begins to gain strength. i will get him out of the town, as soon as i can. allan ramsay has laid a complaint, before the mayor, that his countryman has been attacked by a band of ruffians, and has been either killed or carried off by them. it is a pity that servant of his was not killed."

"we thought he was dead. two or three of us looked at him, and i could have sworn that life was out of him."

"well, then, you would have sworn what was not true, for he managed to crawl to ramsay's, where he lies, i am told, dangerously ill, and an official has been to him, to obtain his account of the fray. it was a bungled business, from beginning to end."

"we could not have calculated on the fellows making such a resistance," the other grumbled. "this one seemed but a lad, and yet he killed three of our party, and the other killed one. a nice business that; and you will have to pay their friends well, ben soloman, for i can tell you there is grumbling at the price, which they say was not enough for the work, which you told them would be easy."

"it ought to have been," the jew said sullenly. "fifteen or twenty men to overpower a lad. what could have been more easy? however, i will do something for the friends of the men who were fools enough to get themselves killed, but if i hear any grumbling from the others, it will be worse for them; there is not one i could not lay by the heels in jail.

"well, as to this young fellow, i shall not come again. i do not want to be noticed coming here. keep a shrewd lookout after him."

"there is no fear about that," the man said. "it will be long ere he is strong enough to walk."

"when he gets better, we will have him taken away to a safe place outside the town. once there, i can make him say what i like."

"and if he does not get well?"

"in that case, we will take away his body and bury it outside. i will see to that myself."

"i understand," the other sneered. "you don't want anyone to know where it is buried, so as to be able to bring it up against you."

"you attend to your own business," the jew said angrily. "why should i care about what they say? at any rate, there are some matters between you and me, and there is no fear of your speaking."

"not until the time comes when i may think it worth my while to throw away my life, in order to secure your death, ben soloman."

"it is of no use talking like that," the jew said quietly. "we are useful to each other. i have saved your life from the gibbet, you have done the work i required. between us, it is worse than childish to threaten in the present matter. i do not doubt that you will do your business well, and you know that you will be well paid for it; what can either of us require more?"

charlie would have given a good deal to understand the conversation, and he would have been specially glad to learn that stanislas had escaped with his life; for he had taken a great fancy to the young lithuanian, and was grieved by the thought that he had probably lost his life in his defence.

three days passed. his head was now clear, and his appetite returning, and he found, by quietly moving at night, when his guard was asleep, that he was gaining strength. the third day, there was some talking among several men who entered the room; then he was lifted, wrapt up in some cloths, and put into a large box. he felt this being hoisted up, it was carried downstairs, and then placed on something. a minute afterwards he felt a vibration, followed by a swaying and bumping, and guessed at once that he was on a cart, and was being removed, either to prison or to some other place of confinement. the latter he considered more probable.

the journey was a long one. he had no means of judging time, but he thought that it must have lasted two or three hours. then the rumbling ceased, the box was lifted down, and carried a short distance, then the lid was opened and he was again laid down on some straw. he heard the sound of cart wheels, and knew that the vehicle on which he had been brought was being driven away.

he was now so hungry that he felt he could no longer maintain the appearance of insensibility. two men were talking in the room, and when, for a moment, their conversation ceased, he gave a low groan, and then opened his eyes. they came at once to his bedside, with exclamations of satisfaction.

"how do you feel?" one asked in swedish.

"i do not know," he said in a low tone. "where am i, how did i get here?"

"you are with friends. never mind how you got here. you have been ill, but you will soon get well again. someone hit you on the head, and we picked you up and brought you here."

"i am weak and faint," charlie murmured. "have you any food?"

"you shall have some food, directly it is prepared. take a drink of wine, and see if you can eat a bit of bread while the broth is preparing."

charlie drank a little of the wine that was put to his lips, and then broke up the bread, and ate it crumb by crumb, as if it were a great effort to do so, although he had difficulty in restraining himself from eating it voraciously. when he had finished it, he closed his eyes again, as if sleep had overpowered him. an hour later, there was a touch on his shoulder.

"here is some broth, young fellow. wake up and drink that, it will do you good."

charlie, as before, slowly sipped down the broth, and then really fell asleep, for the jolting had fatigued him terribly.

it was evening when he awoke. two men were sitting at a blazing fire. when he moved, one of them brought him another basin of broth, and fed him with a spoon.

charlie had been long enough in the country to know, by the appearance of the room, that he was in a peasant's hut. he wondered why he had been brought there, and concluded that it must be because allan ramsay had set so stringent a search on foot in the city, that they considered it necessary to take him away.

"they will not keep me here long," he said to himself. "i am sure that i could walk now, and, in another two or three days, i shall be strong enough to go some distance. that soup has done me a deal of good. i believe half my weakness is from hunger."

he no longer kept up the appearance of unconsciousness, and, in the morning, put various questions, to the man who spoke swedish, as to what had happened and how he came to be there. this man was evidently, from his dress and appearance, a jew, while the other was as unmistakably a peasant, a rough powerfully-built man with an evil face. the jew gave him but little information, but told him that in a day or two, when he was strong enough to listen, a friend would come who would tell him all about it.

on the third day, he heard the sound of an approaching horse, and was not surprised when, after a conversation in a low tone outside, ben soloman entered. charlie was now much stronger, but he had carefully abstained from showing any marked improvement, speaking always in a voice a little above a whisper, and allowing the men to feed him, after making one or two pretended attempts to convey the spoon to his mouth.

"well, master englishman," ben soloman said, as he came up to his bedside, "what do you think of things?"

"i do not know what to think," charlie said feebly. "i do not know where i am, or why i am here. i remember that there was a fray in the street, and i suppose i was hurt. but why was i brought here, instead of being taken to my lodgings?"

"because you would be no use to me in your lodging, and you may be a great deal of use to me here," ben soloman said. "you know you endeavoured to entrap me into a plot against the king's life."

charlie shook his head, and looked wonderingly at the speaker.

"no, no," he said, "there was no plot against the king's life. i only asked if you would use your influence among your friends to turn popular feeling against augustus."

"nothing of the kind," the jew said harshly. "you wanted him removed by poison or the knife. there is no mistake about that, and that is what i am going to swear, and what, if you want to save your life, you will have to swear too; and you will have to give the names of all concerned in the plot, and to swear that they were all agreed to bring about the death of the king. now you understand why you were brought here. you are miles away from another house, and you may shout and scream as loud as you like. you are in my power."

"i would die rather than make a false accusation."

"listen to me," the jew said sternly. "you are weak now, too weak to suffer much. this day week i will return, and then you had best change your mind, and sign a document i shall bring with me, with the full particulars of the plot to murder the king, and the names of those concerned in it. this you will sign. i shall take it to the proper authorities, and obtain a promise that your life shall be spared, on condition of your giving evidence against these persons."

"i would never sign such a villainous document," charlie said.

"you will sign it," ben soloman said calmly. "when you find yourself roasting over a slow charcoal fire, you will be ready to sign anything i wish you to."

so saying, he turned and left the room. he talked for some time to the men outside, then charlie heard him ride off.

"you villain," he said to himself. "when you come, at the end of a week, you will not find me here; but, if i get a chance of having a reckoning with you, it will be bad for you."

charlie's progress was apparently slow. the next day he was able to sit up and feed himself. two days later he could totter across the room, and lie down before the fire. the men were completely deceived by his acting, and, considering any attempt to escape, in his present weak state, altogether impossible, paid but little heed to him, the peasant frequently absenting himself for hours together.

looking from his window, charlie saw that the hut was situated in a thick wood, and, from the blackened appearance of the peasant's face and garments, he guessed him to be a charcoal burner, and therefore judged that the trees he saw must form part of a forest of considerable extent.

the weather was warm, and his other guard often sat, for a while, outside the door. during his absence, charlie lifted the logs of wood piled beside the hearth, and was able to test his returning strength, assuring himself that, although not yet fully recovered, he was gaining ground daily. he resolved not to wait until the seventh day; for ben soloman might change his mind, and return before the day he had named. he determined, therefore, that on the sixth day he would make the attempt.

he had no fear of being unable to overcome his jewish guard, as he would have the advantage of a surprise. he only delayed as long as possible, because he doubted his powers of walking any great distance, and of evading the charcoal burner, who would, on his return, certainly set out in pursuit of him. moreover, he wished to remain in the hut nearly up to the time of the jew's return, as he was determined to wait in the forest, and revenge himself for the suffering he had caused him, and for the torture to which he intended to put him.

the evening before the day on which he decided to make the attempt, the charcoal burner and the jew were in earnest conversation. the word signifying brigand was frequently repeated, and, although he could not understand much more than this, he concluded, from the peasant's talk and gestures, that he had either come across some of these men in the forest, or had gathered from signs he had observed, perhaps from their fires, that they were there.

the jew shrugged his shoulders when the narration was finished. the presence of brigands was a matter of indifference to him. the next day, the charcoal burner went off at noon.

"where does he go to?" charlie asked his guard.

"he has got some charcoal fires alight, and is obliged to go and see to them. they have to be kept covered up with wet leaves and earth, so that the wood shall only smoulder," the man said, as he lounged out of the hut to his usual seat.

charlie waited a short time, then went to the pile of logs, and picked out a straight stick about a yard long and two inches in diameter. with one of the heavier ones he could have killed the man, but the fellow was only acting under the orders of his employer, and, although he would doubtless, at ben soloman's commands, have roasted him alive without compunction, he had not behaved with any unkindness, and had, indeed, seemed to do his best for him.

taking the stick, he went to the door. he trod lightly, but in the stillness of the forest the man heard him, and glanced round as he came out.

seeing the stick in his hand he leaped up, exclaiming, "you young fool!" and sprang towards him.

he had scarce time to feel surprise, as charlie quickly raised the club. it described a swift sweep, fell full on his head, and he dropped to the ground as if shot.

charlie ran in again, seized a coil of rope, bound his hands and feet securely, and dragged him into the hut. then he dashed some cold water on his face. the man opened his eyes, and tried to move.

"you are too tightly bound to move, pauloff," he said. "i could have killed you if i had chosen, but i did not wish to. you have not been unkind to me, and i owe you no grudge; but tell your rascally employer that i will be even with him, someday, for the evil he has done me."

"you might as well have killed me," the man said, "for he will do so when he finds i let you escape."

"then my advice to you is, be beforehand with him. you are as strong a man as he is, and if i were in your place, and a man who meant to kill me came into a lonely hut like this, i would take precious good care that he had no chance of carrying out his intentions."

charlie then took two loaves of black bread and a portion of goat's flesh from the cupboard; found a bottle about a quarter full of coarse spirits, filled it up with water and put it in his pocket, and then, after taking possession of the long knife his captive wore in his belt, went out of the hut and closed the door behind him.

he had purposely moved slowly about the hut, as he made these preparations, in order that the jew should believe that he was still weak; but, indeed, the effort of dragging the man into the hut had severely taxed his strength, and he found that he was much weaker than he had supposed.

the hut stood in a very small clearing, and charlie had no difficulty in seeing the track by which the cart had come, for the marks of the wheels were still visible in the soft soil. he followed this until, after about two miles' walking, he came to the edge of the wood. then he retraced his steps for a quarter of a mile, turned off, and with some difficulty made his way into a patch of thick undergrowth, where, after first cutting a formidable cudgel, he lay down, completely exhausted.

late in the afternoon he was aroused from a doze by the sound of footsteps, and, looking through the screen of leaves, he saw his late jailers hurrying along the path. the charcoal burner carried a heavy axe, while the jew, whose head was bound up with a cloth, had a long knife in his girdle. they went as far as the end of the forest, and then retraced their steps slowly. they were talking loudly, and charlie could gather, from the few words he understood, and by their gestures, something of the purport of their conversation.

"i told you it was of no use your coming on as far as this," the jew said. "why, he was hardly strong enough to walk."

"he managed to knock you down, and afterwards to drag you into the house," the other said.

"it does not require much strength to knock a man down with a heavy club, when he is not expecting it, conrad. he certainly did drag me in, but he was obliged to sit down afterwards, and i watched him out of one eye as he was making his preparations, and he could only just totter about. i would wager you anything he cannot have gone two hundred yards from the house. that is where we must search for him. i warrant we shall find him hidden in a thicket thereabouts."

"we shall have to take a lantern then, for it will be dark before we get back."

"our best plan will be to leave it alone till morning. if we sit outside the hut, and take it in turns to watch, we shall hear him when he moves, which he is sure to do when it gets dark. it will be a still night, and we should hear a stick break half a mile away. we shall catch him, safe enough, before he has gone far."

"well, i hope we shall have him back before ben soloman comes," the charcoal burner said, "or it will be worse for both of us. you know as well as i do he has got my neck in a noose, and he has got his thumb on you."

"if we can't find this swede, i would not wait here for any money. i would fly at once."

"you would need to fly, in truth, to get beyond ben soloman's clutches," the charcoal burner said gruffly. "he has got agents all over the country."

"then what would you do?"

"there is only one thing to do. it is our lives or his. when he rides up tomorrow, we will meet him at the door as if nothing had happened, and, with my axe, i will cleave his head asunder as he comes in. if he sees me in time to retreat, you shall stab him in the back. then we will dig a big hole in the wood, and throw him in, and we will kill his horse and bury it with him.

"who would ever be the wiser? i was going to propose it last time, only i was not sure of you then; but, now that you are in it as deep as i am--deeper, indeed, for he put you here specially to look after this youngster--your interest in the matter is as great as mine."

the jew was silent for some time, then he said:

"he has got papers at home which would bring me to the gallows."

"pooh!" the other said. "you do not suppose that, when it is found that he does not return, and his heirs open his coffers, they will take any trouble about what there may be in the papers there, except such as relate to his money. i will warrant there are papers there which concern scores of men besides you, for i know that ben soloman likes to work with agents he has got under his thumb. but, even if all the papers should be put into the hands of the authorities, what would come of it? they have got their hands full of other matters, for the present, and with the swedes on their frontier, and the whole country divided into factions, who do you think is going to trouble to hunt up men for affairs that occurred years ago? even if they did, they would not catch you. they have not got the means of running you down that ben soloman has.

"i tell you, man, it must be done. there is no other way out of it."

"well, conrad, if we cannot find this fellow before ben soloman comes, i am with you in the business. i have been working for him on starvation pay for the last three years, and hate him as much as you can."

when they reached the hut they cooked a meal, and then prepared to keep alternate watch.

charlie slept quietly all night, and, in the morning, remained in his hiding place until he heard, in the distance, the sound of a horse's tread. then he went out and sat down, leaning against a tree by the side of the path, in an attitude of exhaustion.

presently he saw ben soloman approaching. he got up feebly, and staggered a few paces to another tree, farther from the path. he heard an angry shout, and then ben soloman rode up, and, with a torrent of execrations at the carelessness of the watchers, leapt from his horse and sprang to seize the fugitive, whom he regarded as incapable of offering the slightest resistance.

charlie straightened himself up, as if with an effort, and raised his cudgel.

"i will not be taken alive," he said.

ben soloman drew his long knife from his girdle. "drop that stick," he said, "or it will be worse for you."

"it cannot be worse than being tortured to death, as you said."

the jew, with an angry snarl, sprang forward so suddenly and unexpectedly that he was within the swing of charlie's cudgel before the latter could strike. he dropped the weapon at once, and caught the wrist of the uplifted hand that held the knife.

the jew gave a cry of astonishment and rage, as they clasped each other, and he found that, instead of an unresisting victim, he was in a powerful grasp. for a moment there was a desperate struggle.

the jew would, at ordinary times, have been no match for charlie, but the latter was far from having regained his normal strength. his fury at the treatment he had received at the man's hands, however, enabled him, for the moment, to exert himself to the utmost, and, after swaying backwards and forwards in desperate strife for a minute, they went to the ground with a crash, ben soloman being undermost.

the jew's grasp instantly relaxed, and charlie, springing to his feet and seizing his cudgel, stood over his fallen antagonist. the latter, however, did not move. his eyes were open in a fixed stare. charlie looked at him in surprise for a moment, thinking he was stunned, then he saw that his right arm was twisted under him in the fall, and at once understanding what had happened, turned him half over. he had fallen on the knife, which had penetrated to the haft, killing him instantly.

"i didn't mean to kill you," charlie said aloud, "much as you deserve it, and surely as you would have killed me, if i had refused to act as a traitor. i would have broken your head for you, but that was all. however, it is as well as it is. it adds to my chance of getting away, and i have no doubt there will be many who will rejoice when you are found to be missing.

"now," he went on, "as your agents emptied my pockets, it is no robbery to empty yours. money will be useful, and so will your horse."

he stooped over the dead man, and took the purse from his girdle, when suddenly there was a rush of feet, and in a moment he was seized. the thought flashed through his mind that he had fallen into the power of his late guardians, but a glance showed that the men standing round were strangers.

"well, comrade, and who are you?" the man who was evidently the leader asked. "you have saved us some trouble. we were sleeping a hundred yards or two away, when we heard the horseman, and saw, as he passed, he was the jew of warsaw, to whom two or three of us owe our ruin, and it did not need more than a word for us to agree to wait for him till he came back. we were surprised when we saw you, still more so when the jew jumped from his horse and attacked you. we did not interfere, because, if he had got the best of you, he might have jumped on his horse and ridden off, but directly he fell we ran out, but you were so busy in taking the spoil that you did not hear us.

"i see the jew is dead; fell on his own knife. it is just as well for him, for we should have tied him to a tree, and made a bonfire of him, if we had caught him."

charlie understood but little of this, but said when the other finished:

"i understand but little polish."

"what are you then--a russian? you do not look like one."

"i am an englishman, and am working in the house of allan ramsay, a scotch trader in warsaw."

"well, you are a bold fellow anyhow, and after the smart way in which you disposed of this jew, and possessed yourself of his purse, you will do honour to our trade."

"i hope you will let me go," charlie said. "my friends in warsaw will pay a ransom for me, if you will let me return there."

"no, no, young fellow. you would of course put down this jew's death to our doing, and we have weight enough on our backs already. he is a man of great influence, and all his tribe would be pressing on the government to hunt us down. you shall go with us, and the purse you took from ben soloman will pay your footing."

charlie saw that it would be useless to try and alter the man's decision, especially as he knew so little of the language. he therefore shrugged his shoulders, and said that he was ready to go with them, if it must be so.

the jew's body was now thoroughly searched. various papers were found upon him, but, as these proved useless to the brigands, they were torn up.

"shall we take the horse with us?" one of the men asked the leader.

"no, it would be worse than useless in the forest. leave it standing here. it will find its way back in time. then there will be a search, and there will be rejoicing in many a mansion throughout the country, when it is known that ben soloman is dead. they say he has mortgages on a score of estates, and, though i suppose these will pass to others of his tribe, they can hardly be as hard and mercenary as this man was.

"i wonder what he was doing in this forest alone? let us follow the path, and see where he is going.

"honred, you have a smattering of several languages, try then if you can make our new comrade understand."

the man tried in russian without success, then he spoke in swedish, in which language charlie at once replied.

"where does this pathway lead to?"

"to a hut where a charcoal burner lives. i have been imprisoned there for the last fortnight. it was all the jew's doing. it was through him that i got this knock here;" and he pointed to the unhealed wound at the back of his head.

"well, we may as well pay them a visit," the chief said, when this was translated to him. "we are short of flour, and they may have some there, and maybe something else that will be useful."