It was now after nightfall, and the street was very dark, but Chester could dimly make out the form of the officer a few yards ahead of him.
"Follow me," came the voice again, "and remember that I have my gun ready. Just so surely as you make a false move I will kill you."
Chester made no reply, but followed his captor down the street. At the first corner the officer stopped and allowed Chester to come up with him.
"I guess we can walk along together now," he said, as they turned the corner. "It is hardly likely that they suspect me."
"I am sure I can never thank you enough," said Chester fervently.
"Never mind that," said the German. "I don't want any thanks. But it is a poor gentleman who cannot return a favor."
The two continued their way in silence. They came at length to a little house, setting well back on a dimly lighted street, and here the German turned in, Chester accompanying him. The officer let himself into the house with a night key, and the two ascended the stairs, at the top of which the officer led the lad into a small but comfortable room.
"Just make yourself at home," he told Chester, "It isn't much, but it's the best I can offer. Here you will have to stay till after to-morrow night, or at least until we have occupied the city."
From a little cupboard the officer produced some sandwiches and two bottles of beer.
"Help yourself," he said.