When Hal heard the first sounds of firing, and realized that Chester and
his men had come into position and opened on the enemy, he quickly
ordered his men forward. He himself stopped for a moment to seek out
Stubbs, for fear that the little American might be left behind and fall
into the hands of the enemy.

"Quick, Stubbs!" he cried. "Get up, man, and come on!"

Stubbs scrambled to his feet.

"Where are you going?" he demanded in some anxiety.

"After the Germans," replied Hal. "We are attacking them from two
sides. Come on!"

Stubbs drew back.

"We'll all be killed!" he exclaimed.

"Never mind that," said Hal impatiently. "Are you coming with me or are
you going to stay here?"

"Alone?"

"Yes, alone."

"Oh, I'll go," said Stubbs mournfully, "but I know I'll never get back to
America alive. The _New York Gazette_ is about to lose its best man."

Still mumbling to himself he followed Hal.