“Then the best thing we can do is to get out of here quick,” was Chester’s decision. “Let’s go.”
Slowly Hal led the way along the low passageway, and, reaching the opening again, poked his head out. This time he was doomed to a disappointment. Hardly had his head emerged from the hole in the ground when he drew it in quickly again.
“What’s the matter now?” demanded Chester.
“Matter is,” said Hal quietly, “that there are six Germans standing about five yards from the entrance.”
“What!” cried Chester, in consternation.
“Exactly,” said Hal; “if you don’t believe it have a look for yourself.”
“Oh, I don’t want to look,” said Chester, bitterly disappointed. “I can take your word for it. What are we going to do now?”
“Well,” said Hal, “it looks to me like a good time to get out the other end.”
“Yes, but there are likely to be a few of them hanging about there, also,” said Chester.
“That’s so, too,” agreed Hal. “Well, I’ll tell you what: You sneak back there and investigate, and I’ll stay here and guard this end, in case one of them tries to get in.”