Walking into a quiet little shop, Chester purchased two revolvers. Also, while there, he withdrew the map from his pocket and studied it carefully.
“I want to impress this firmly on my mind,” he said to Hal, “for we may not have a chance to look at it again for some time.”
Hal also bent over and studied the map carefully. A few moments later they left the store, each feeling more secure because of the ugly-looking Colt each carried in his pocket.
As the boys walked along one of the dark streets, they became aware of the soft pat-pat of steps behind them, coming swiftly. They turned to face whatever danger threatened, and then Hal suddenly broke into a laugh.
“Marquis!” he cried aloud.
Sure enough, it was their four-footed friend. He came running up to the boys, wagging his tail happily at being with them once again, but with reproach in his eyes at having been left behind.
“Good old Marquis,” said Chester, patting his head. “You didn’t want to be left behind among all these Germans, did you?”
Marquis wagged his tail fiercely.
“What are we going to do with him?” asked Hal. “Won’t he be in the way?”
“No, I don’t think so,” replied Chester. “Not if the plan I have in mind works.”