He was back within a few moments,
however, and saluting said:
"The tent is surrounded, sir."
"Very well," said Chester's captor. "You may go."
Again the man left the tent; then Chester's captor said:
"Now, I guess you will be safe here until morning; after that you will be
safe for all time."
"Thanks," said Chester, dryly.
The German left the tent.
Chester now took stock of his surroundings. Outside he could hear his
guards pacing up and down.
"If I could get one of them in here at a time," the lad told himself,
"perhaps I could dispose of them. I'll try it."
Approaching the entrance, he poked his head out.
"Get back inside there," a gruff voice exclaimed, and Chester beheld a
large German soldier with his rifle pointed squarely at his head.
"Look here," said Chester. "I want a drink of water."
"Get back inside," was the sharp reply. "I'll get it for you."
Chester moved back in the tent. Five minutes later the German soldier
stuck his head inside.
"Here's your water," he said, holding forth a tin cup.
Chester's right hand rested on his belt as he extended his left to take
the cup. The German had lowered his gun at that moment; and he paid
dearly for his carelessness.
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