Hal did so, and without another word, Chester suddenly crumpled up in a heap on the floor. He had fainted.
Still covering the women with his revolver, Hal knelt by his friend’s side. Then he turned to the woman.
“Some water!” he commanded.
Under the threatening muzzle of the revolver, the woman brought it, and at a command from Hal, bathed Chester’s face. Then, still at Hal’s command, she lifted the lad and placed him in a chair. Hal took his seat near the window, for he knew that it was only a question of time until some of the Russian troops passed in one way or the other. His revolver still covered the two women, who sat without uttering a word.
Gradually the color returned to Chester’s face, and at last he opened his eyes and looked about. He took in the situation at a glance, and smiled faintly.
“Well, I see we won,” he said.
“We did,” replied Hal grimly. “How do you feel?”
“Better. I shall be all right now.”
“Do you think you are equal to holding this revolver while I go out and reconnoiter?”
“Sure!” replied Chester. “Give it to me.”