"With the French army, eh?" said the Crown Prince.
Chester did not reply. He could see no reason for incriminating himself, though he realized, too, that it made no particular difference whether he replied or remained silent. He was convicted either way.
"You don't answer," exclaimed the Crown Prince. "That is evidence sufficient of your guilt."
Chester shrugged his shoulders. The Crown Prince eyed him angrily.
"You are one of these indifferent ones, are you?" he said. "Well, we know how to cure that. Do you realize what is in store for you?"
"Perfectly," replied Chester. "The firing squad."
"No; you are wrong," was the Crown Prince's answer. "The firing squad is too good for spies. You have been captured within our lines in disguise; therefore, there can be no doubt that you are a spy. You shall be hanged."
Chester took a step backward. He had realized what his fate would be should he fall into the hands of the enemy, but this was more than he had bargained for. And at that moment there seemed little possibility that Hal would find and be able to rescue him.
"Looks like the end of my rope," the lad muttered.
He made no reply to the Crown Prince's words. He knew a reply would be useless.