"I guess that won't happen," said Chester, with a smile.
"Not if I can help it," agreed Stubbs. "Now let's climb between the sheets."
CHAPTER XVII.
BACK INTO ITALY.
"Now here," said Stubbs, "are my papers. You just take them, and for the moment you will be Anthony Stubbs, war correspondent of the New York Gazette. You are a little young looking, so put on all the airs you can, for they'll think you must be awful good to have such a job."
Chester and the little war correspondent had left Trieste without trouble and had arrived in Trent without adventure of any kind. True to his word, Stubbs had arranged for Chester's departure with him and now the time for parting had come.
Chester took the papers Stubbs held out to him and thrust them into his pocket.
"And when will you be across?" he asked.
"Oh, I'll be there before the day is over," was the reply. "When you once get within the Italian lines, you demand to be taken to the nearest general commanding a division and explain matters to him. Then wait for me, if it is until to-morrow. I'll be there."
"All right," agreed Chester.