He was convicted either way.
"You don't answer," exclaimed the Crown Prince. "That is evidence
sufficient of your guilt."
Chester shrugged his shoulders. The Crown Prince eyed him angrily.
"You are one of these indifferent ones, are you?" he said. "Well, we know
how to cure that. Do you realize what is in store for you?"
"Perfectly," replied Chester. "The firing squad."
"No; you are wrong," was the Crown Prince's answer. "The firing squad
is too good for spies. You have been captured within our lines in
disguise; therefore, there can be no doubt that you are a spy. You
shall be hanged."
Chester took a step backward. He had realized what his fate would be
should he fall into the hands of the enemy, but this was more than he had
bargained for. And at that moment there seemed little possibility that
Hal would find and be able to rescue him.
"Looks like the end of my rope," the lad muttered.
He made no reply to the Crown Prince's words. He knew a reply would
be useless.
"So you decline to talk?" said the Crown Prince. "Well, it matters not."
He motioned to one of his staff. "See that this prisoner is hanged by the
neck at sunrise," he said.
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