"Waste no time," said Chester. "Revolvers ready and come on."
With weapons reversed the three entered the tent quietly. Deep snores within led the friends to the cots of the occupants of the tent.
"I hate to do this," said Chester, as he stood over a German soldier, "but there is no help for it."
His arm rose and fell.
Across the tent Hal performed a similar operation. Then they explored carefully in the darkness for signs of another figure.
There was none.
"Only two cots, Hal," whispered Chester. "Now let's get to bed until things have quieted down."
Quickly the three threw off their clothes and clambered into the cots, first throwing the men they had overcome beneath them. Stubbs had a cot to himself, while Hal and Chester climbed in together.
"When they fail to find trace of us they likely will come back and ask if we have been seen," said Hal. "We must pretend to be asleep."
A few moments later the sound of their pursuers' feet were audible as they passed the tent on the run. Then they died away in the distance.