"All right," he said. "Let's go."
"Go?" exclaimed Hal. "Go where?"
"Why, go and get Chester and Anderson out of the hole. Are you ready?"
"Oh, I'm ready enough," replied Hal, as he fell in step and hurried along beside Stubbs, "but tell me—"
"Now hold on there," interrupted Stubbs. "I'll tell you, but I am a-going to do it in my own way. Don't hurry me."
Hal made no reply, and after a few moments the war correspondent continued:
"Yep, we'll get 'em all right—that is, if the Austrians don't beat us to it. Sure we'll get 'em."
He grew silent again, and although Hal could hardly restrain his impatience, he pressed his lips close together and said nothing. Stubbs gazed at him and smiled.
"You'll do," he said. "Now that you have managed to get a tight rein on your impatience I'll tell you. In the first place, we'll have to hurry; but first we'll turn in here a minute."
He turned abruptly to the right, and a moment later led the way into his own temporary quarters.