"Guess I'll see if I can learn anything," said Chester to himself, after
Hal had disappeared.
He approached the embassy cautiously. He could see lights within, but the shades were drawn and he could distinguish nothing. Once he thought he heard sounds of a struggle in the house, but he could not be sure.
He was on the point of entering, but it occurred to him that if he should fall into the enemy's hands he could do Uncle John little good.
"I'll wait until Hal comes back, anyhow," he decided at last.
He walked some distance from the embassy, still remaining close enough to see any one who should leave by the front door, and sat down on the steps before a large stone house.
"Hope Hal gets a move on," he muttered to himself, as he settled himself as comfortably as possible.
CHAPTER VIII.
UNCLE JOHN SHOWS HIS METTLE.
When Uncle John fell to the floor, his first feeling was one of anger. He scarcely felt the sharp pain in his leg, where a bullet had grazed the skin. He saw Chester disappearing ahead of him, and his first thought was to get up and hurry after him.
He pulled himself to his feet and again moved toward the door. As he did so he felt a pair of arms thrown about him from behind. Uncle John turned to give battle to this assailant.