“Don’t be a fool, man,” said Chester angrily. “We’ve only a few moments’ grace. Hurry, now!”
“Say,” came the voice from the darkness, “why are you fellows bent on getting me killed? I haven’t done anything to you.”
“We’ll have to hurry, Hal,” said Chester. “Let’s go down and get him.”
The two lads leaped into the shell crater and laid rough hands upon the occupant, who squirmed and struggled in vain.
“Let me go,” he cried angrily, and struck out right and left.
“Listen, Stubbs,” said Hal. “If you don’t come out of here right now I’ll have to tap you over the head with my revolver.”
The struggles of the man in the shell hole ceased. He almost moaned.
“Hal!” he gasped, and muttered to himself. “Anthony, you certainly are out of luck. Something always happens. And I suppose Chester is here, too, eh?”
“Right,” said Chester.
“Poor Stubbs,” said the occupant of the hole. “You’re a dead man!”