"
"The floor is plenty good enough for me," Hal agreed.
"Help yourselves then. You can pick out your own room."
"Guess we'll go upstairs then," said Hal. "It'll probably be more quiet
up there. These fellows down here are having too much fun to care about
sleep," and he waved his arm toward one corner of the room, where a group
of young French officers were engaged in a game of cards.
The two boys made their way upstairs and found a room to their liking in
the rear of the house. Here they stretched themselves out on the floor
and were asleep immediately. There were no other occupants of the room.
Outside the moon was shining, and it cast a beam of light into the room
where the two chums lay asleep. Several hours after the boys had closed
their eyes in sleep, the figure of a man appeared in the window without.
After some experimenting he opened the window softly and came in. He
closed the window gently behind him.
Chester stirred in his sleep and the man shrank back against the wall in
the darkness. For perhaps five minutes he remained there, and then, as
there was no further move by the sleeper, he advanced into the center of
the room. The light fell upon his face, and had the boys been awake, they
would have recognized in the intruder, Matin, the man who had attempted
to shoot Hal a short time before.
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