of the enemy's unexpected silence.

On the German side of the road dark faces peered from between the trees
and hoarse guttural exclamations issued from these faces as they watched
Stubbs struggle with the cats. While the Germans would not go to Stubbs'
assistance, nevertheless they would not shoot him down as he struggled
with his four-footed enemies.

The British also advanced to their side of the road and watched
the struggle.

Thus, by mutual consent, a truce had been declared.

It was at this moment that Chester came to Stubbs' rescue; but before he
could take a hand in the fray the figure of a large German, with leveled
revolver, accosted the lad.

"Back," he exclaimed in a deep voice. "Let the little man fight it out.
This is rare sport. We will declare a truce until the struggle is over.
Do you agree?"

Chester considered quickly. He knew that the German officer would be as
good as his word, and he knew also that Stubbs, if given time, would
dispose of his three enemies.

"I agree," he said, and made his way back to Hal, where he told him of
the strange request and his answer.

As the little war correspondent still struggled with his feline
assailants the Germans, from their side of the woods, gradually came