"All ready for the next one," he said. He moved toward the door.
"Hold on there," called the colonel. "You can't go in that uniform."
"By George! you're right," declared Chester. "What now?"
"You'll have to wield the chair," was the reply. "There is no time to change again."
He walked out of the tent and Chester picked up the chair and stepped into position.
This time, therefore, it was Colonel Anderson who engaged in a heated altercation with a second Austrian soldier. The plan worked as well as before and the man pushed the colonel back into the tent. The latter dragged the man in after him and stepped hurriedly aside, just as Chester brought the chair down upon the Austrian's defenseless head with all his power. The man dropped like a log.
Hurriedly Colonel Anderson stripped off his outer garments and climbed into the Austrian's uniform. Then he seized the man's gun and revolvers and led the way from the tent.
"If you see another of them, keep your back toward him if possible," whispered the colonel.
And just as Chester emerged from the tent a third guard stepped around the side. Chester turned his back, as did Colonel Anderson, and the man paid no heed to them. The fugitives walked away quickly.
Out of sight of the tent they slowed down and breathed with relief.