He led the way softly in the direction from which the voices had come. The voices became louder; and directly, parting two large bushes, Chester made out the forms of three figures not ten yards away.
He turned quickly to Colonel Anderson and laid a finger to his lips. The colonel approached cautiously.
From the spot where the two stood it was possible to see the three men in front of them without danger of being seen themselves, for they were screened from sight by the large bushes. One of the men was attired in what Chester took to be a Serbian uniform, but the others were in civilian attire.
"We'll do a little eavesdropping," whispered Chester.
Colonel Anderson nodded and they became silent.
"So you say that everything is ready for Bulgaria's entrance into the war?" spoke the man with the uniform.
"Yes," replied one of the others, a man of perhaps forty years of age, with a long flowing beard.
"And she will strike when?"
"The moment Belgrade has fallen before the Germans," replied the third man, who, the watchers saw now, was little more than a boy, smooth of face and bright of eye.
"And they will strike where?"