"Don't bank on that, Chester," replied Hal. "It looks as though these fellows do things a little more thoroughly than their German cousins. Still there is always a chance."
"While there's life there's hope, eh?" said Uncle John. "We'll see."
"In the meantime," said Hal, "we may as well try to get a little sleep."
"A good idea," agreed Chester. "Here goes."
He closed his eyes and was soon in the land of dreams. Hal and Uncle John followed suit.
How long they slept they did not know, but they were awakened by rough hands shaking them and the sound of gruff voices. Hal opened his eyes. Daylight streamed in through the windows of the compartment.
"Get up!" commanded a harsh voice.
Hal rubbed his eyes and called to Chester and Uncle John.
"What's the matter?" asked the latter sleepily.
"Venice, I guess," was the reply.