The officer saluted and motioned to Chester to precede him from the tent.
There was nothing for it but to obey and the lad walked out.
Now it happened that in some unaccountable manner the Germans had
neglected to relieve Chester of his revolvers. The lad's right hand
rested upon the weapon in his belt. But he was unable at this moment to
draw with any degree of hope, for the German officer was directly behind
him and Chester knew he would be shot down before he could turn and fire.
Also, should he succeed in gaining the drop on the German by a quick
move, he was in the very heart of the German camp and the sound of a shot
would bring a thousand men on his heels.
The lad bided his time.
Perhaps half a mile from the quarters of the German Crown Prince,
Chester's captor motioned him into a tent. Chester entered without a
word. What hopes he might have had of suddenly flashing his revolver on
his captor disappeared, for the man entered close behind him.
He clapped his hands.
A moment later a second officer appeared in the tent and stood at
attention.
"Call a guard of four men and have this tent surrounded," instructed
Chester's captor.
The man saluted and left the tent.
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