“No use coming after me now,” cried the voice in the shell hole. “I know when I’m well off. I don’t want to be shot in the back.”
Hal started.
“Great Scott, Chester!” he cried. “Haven’t you recognized that voice yet?”
“No,” returned Chester in some surprise. “Have you?”
“Rather,” said Hal dryly. “It’s Stubbs.”
Chester clapped a hand on his leg.
“By all that’s wonderful!” he exclaimed. “Now why couldn’t I place that voice?”
The lads increased their pace and at length they came to the shell crater where the lone American had taken shelter from the German fire.
“Come on out of there,” said Hal, disguising his voice.
“Not much,” said the man inside.