The Frenchman bowed in assent.

"Then let it be swords!"

"Good! And the time and place?"

"I'll leave that to you."

"In the morning at half-past five--provided we are all alive--in the
little woods half a mile in the rear. Are these convenient for you?"

"Perfectly. We shall be there on time. Will you please bring weapons?"

"I shall be delighted," replied the Frenchman. "Until the morning, then,"
and the two French officers bowed themselves out.

"Well, you are into it now," said Chester to Hal, after their visitors
had gone. "Looks to me as though you had a fair chance of seeing the
Happy Hunting Grounds before six o'clock to-morrow."

Before Hal could reply another visitor poked his head through the door
of the tent.

"Am I intruding?" he asked.

"Lieutenant Anderson!" exclaimed Chester. "Just the man I wanted to see."

"What's the matter now?" demanded the lieutenant.