"Captain Nicholas said he would have it in flying trim exactly at midnight," said Chester. "Now, my advice is that we discard our uniforms and climb into German attire if we can round up the necessities."
"Guess that can be done, too, without any trouble," said Hal. "We've plenty of prisoners here. All we have to do is to change with them. I should say that Captain Nicholas could attend to that, too."
"I'll suggest it to him," said Chester, and took his departure.
The lad was back within the hour with two German uniforms, which had once adorned the forms of German captains of infantry.
"Seems we're losing rank here," commented Hal with a laugh. "You might at least have robbed a couple of generals or field marshals."
"Take what you can get these days and be thankful," grinned Chester. "Also, ask no questions. According to Captain Nicholas, even this pair of captains objected strenuously to being deprived of their uniforms. I imagine a general would have put up a terrible howl."
"You're probably right," Hal agreed. "Well, we'll be satisfied with what we have. If we're discovered it won't make much difference whether we're attired as privates or the kaiser himself."
"No, a firing squad could shoot through one as well as the other," Chester replied. "Now, all we have to do is wait until midnight."
"In which event," said Hal, "I shall woo sweet morpheus for two hours and fifteen minutes."
"Two hours and fifteen minutes is right," said Chester after a glance at his watch. "I'll follow suit."