darted back along the hall, turned into the first room he saw, flung
open the window and leaped to the ground.

McKenzie was close behind him.

Hal led the way along the street at a rapid walk, with McKenzie at his
heels. The lad turned down several side streets, doubling occasionally
on his tracks in an effort to throw off possible pursuers. As they
drew farther away from the house where they had been discovered they
encountered fewer and fewer people. Apparently the sound of the
explosion had not reached here.

They were safe for the moment and Hal breathed easier.

"Hope Chester has a good start," he said to McKenzie in a low voice.

"He should have by this time," was the reply. "They figure, of course,
that we have the list."

Hal would have replied, but as they passed a house at that moment a man
stepped from the door. Hal uttered an exclamation of pure amazement.

The newcomer was dressed in costume that he had worn since the war
began. He looked much as upon the night that Hal first saw him. He
paid no attention to Hal and McKenzie at first, but Hal brought him
about with a word.

"Stubbs!"

It was indeed the little war correspondent of whose presence in Germany