THE END OF THE CONSPIRACY.
When Chester opened his eyes to the world again he was propped up on General Givet's own bed, and the Belgian commander and a Belgian surgeon were leaning over him.
"Awake at last, eh?" said General Givet, with a smile, as Chester opened his lips to speak. "You had a narrow squeak, and no mistake. And to think that a young lad like you should be the means of saving my life!"
"You have indeed rendered a great service to Belgium," broke in the surgeon. "But how do you feel?"
"A little weak," replied Chester, with a faint smile. "But Captain
Bassil? Where is the traitor?"
"Dead," was the Belgian commander's laconic response.
Chester shuddered involuntarily.
"Never mind," said the general; "it was his life or yours, and mine too, for that matter."
"But it makes a fellow feel awfully queer," said Chester. "In battle it would have been different. But to shoot—"
He broke off and was silent.