198 THROUGH RUSSIA ON A MUSTANG. 



The Chief was an intelligent, energetic man. He 

 took us into his private office and, understanding that 

 I knew nothing of Russian, proceeded to question 

 Sascha. 



" Why was I traveling through Russia in this strange 

 manner? How came it that a Russian and an Ameri- 

 can were journeying together on horseback ? What 

 was our motive ? Who had given us permission ? Did 

 I take notes and send off letters ? Who and what 

 was I ? etc." 



But the questions and answers were such a curious 

 study of the multiformity of the suspicions that can 

 be brought to bear on any given subject by a Russian 

 police officer that they deserve a separate chapter. 

 They read like one of those catechetical productions 

 that once went the round of the American newspapers 

 under the title of " Mullkittle's Kid." 



