hand. He was caught and he knew it.

"He's got me, Hal," he shouted. "Hurry! Never mind me! Give the warning!"

For a single moment Hal hesitated after hearing Chester's voice. Then he
took Uncle John by the arm.

"Chester is right," he muttered hoarsely. "Come on, sir, or we shall be
captured, too."

Uncle John seemed about to protest, but Hal led him down the street at a
rapid gait.

"What is one to many?" he asked.




CHAPTER XIII.

CHESTER MISSES A CHANCE.


Chester surveyed his captor with a slight smile on his face, although the
bitterness of disappointment had touched his heart.

"Well, you've got me," he said quietly. "Now what are you going to
do with me?"

The Austrian returned his look with a sour scowl.