CHESTER MISSES A CHANCE.
Chester surveyed his captor with a slight smile on his face, although the bitterness of disappointment had touched his heart.
"Well, you've got me," he said quietly. "Now what are you going to do with me?"
The Austrian returned his look with a sour scowl.
"That is not for me to decide," he said. "Come with me."
He waved his revolver in the general direction of the door, and Chester walked out of the room. The Austrian followed closely, keeping his revolver close to the back of the lad's head. Evidently he had decided to take no further chances with him.
Chester smiled faintly to himself.
"Guess he'll hang on to me pretty tight this time," he muttered.
A moment later he found himself back in the same room the three had been locked in when first brought to the house. The lad threw himself down dejectedly when the captor left the room and locked the door behind him.
"Well, I'm in for it now," he told himself. "Hal and Uncle John will warn the Italian general in time, and when Robard fails in his plot he'll come back to deal with me. I hope I am able to give a good account of myself. However, a fellow can never tell what is going to happen, so in order to be prepared, I'll try and get a little sleep."