"What are you doing? Trying to get us both killed?" he demanded.
Hal did not reply. Stooping over the prostrate German he ran his hand quickly through the man's pockets. Then he straightened up, and by the soft light of the moon, ran through the papers hurriedly. He gave an exclamation of satisfaction.
"I thought I should find something," he muttered. "Come on now,
Stubbs!" he said.
The little war correspondent hurried after him without another word.
CHAPTER XXV
IN GRAVE PERIL
Chester's sigh of relief almost choked in his throat. But he determined to brave out the situation as well as he could.
"No," exclaimed the man who had spoken, "this boy is no German!"
Even the Crown Prince was surprised.
"Not a German!" he exclaimed. "Then what is he? A—"