Chester gave vent to a cry of vexation.
"Hey," he called to Hal and Uncle John, "one of the big Austrians has grabbed me by the leg."
"Kick him in the face," cried Hal, dancing excitedly about, and making vain attempts to jump up so he could reach the sill.
Chester attempted to follow Hal's advice, but it was no use. Slowly he was dragged back through the window, and landed on the floor with a thud. When he was able to get to his feet, he faced a revolver held in a steady hand. He was caught and he knew it.
"He's got me, Hal," he shouted. "Hurry! Never mind me! Give the warning!"
For a single moment Hal hesitated after hearing Chester's voice. Then he took Uncle John by the arm.
"Chester is right," he muttered hoarsely. "Come on, sir, or we shall be captured, too."
Uncle John seemed about to protest, but Hal led him down the street at a rapid gait.
"What is one to many?" he asked.