"To tell the truth, I don't think a whole lot of you," said Chester. "I would a great deal rather be without your company. You had better get back where you belong."
"Think so, do you? Well, I'll show you."
With these words the German guard forgot all about the prisoner supposed to be inside and everything else save that he wanted to get at Chester. He dropped his rifle with a clatter and struck at Chester with his right fist.
"Well, if you must have it," Chester muttered to himself.
He, too, dropped his gun and his right fist shot forth. The German staggered back with a grunt; but Chester's blow had not reached a vital spot and the guard leaped forward again.
This time Chester timed his blow a little more carefully.
"Smack!"
The lad's fist landed flush on the guard's jaw. The man rolled over like a log.
Chester looked around quickly.
"Now to get out of this," he muttered.