Chester Crawford, still in the hands of his captors, took no thought of
these things now. His one absorbing thought at the moment was of hitting
upon some plan whereby he could elude his guards and make his escape. At
the same time, he realized that he had a hard problem before him; for now
that he had almost made his get-away twice, he knew he would be guarded
with more vigilance than before. Still, he determined to bide his time
and take advantage of the first opportunity that presented itself.

The two Austrians who had arrived in time to prevent his escape after his
tussle with Robard now stood guard over the lad, waiting for Robard to
return to consciousness. Presently the fallen man stirred, rolled over,
gasped a bit, and sat up. He gazed about and took in his surroundings. An
ugly look passed over his face as his eyes fell upon Chester.

"I'll get even with you for this," he said harshly, as he scrambled
to his feet.

"Oh, I don't know," returned Chester with a smile. "I might only increase
my indebtedness the next time we meet."

The Austrian took a threatening step forward. Chester did not flinch and
the man paused and dropped the arm he had raised.

"I'll wait till we get to Vienna, and then I'll guarantee to make you
whine for mercy," growled Robard.

"We shall see," said Chester.

Robard turned to his men.