"That's where you are wrong," declared Hal, getting to his feet. "They'll just about stand him up and shoot him as a spy."
Stubbs became more serious at once; for before he had not realized that
Chester was in any immediate danger.
"As serious as all that?" he questioned. "Tell me about it. What have you fellows been up to?"
Rapidly Hal laid the facts before him.
"H-m-m," muttered Stubbs, when the lad concluded. "Chester certainly has got himself into a mess. And Anderson is with him, eh? Well, we will have to do something—and that at once."
"Yes; but what?" demanded Hal anxiously.
"Well, now, that's the question, but you'll have to give me time. I'll find a way. A newspaper man always finds a way."
Hal felt a little relieved. He couldn't see that there was the slightest chance to be of assistance to his chum, but the little war correspondent's words cheered him.
"Yep, you'll have to give me a little time," said Stubbs. "Now you wait here until I come back, and if I don't come back with a first class plan I hope to never write another story for the Gazette."
He walked rapidly away, leaving Hal alone with his thoughts. Fifteen minutes later the little man returned.