“You bet they are.  They will fight till the last.  Do they look like people who would give up without a struggle?  Look at the way those fellows who captured us turned to face the Uhlans, knowing that, unless reinforced, they were bound to be slaughtered.”

“Right.  Which reminds me we were in a ticklish position ourselves for a few minutes.”

“You bet we were.”

As the boys continued their walk, almost on every hand they were mistaken for English, and time after time they were accosted with the question: 

“When are the English coming?”

Suddenly the lads were attracted by the sounds of great confusion down a side street.

“Let’s see what is going on,” cried Hal, and, quickening their pace, they were soon in the midst of an excited crowd.

In the center of the mob a lone man struggled desperately to shake off the many hands that grasped him.

“Hang him!” came a voice from the crowd.

Other voices took up the cry immediately.

“Hang him!  Hang him!”

Hal turned to a man in the crowd.

“What’s the matter?” he asked.

“Matter?  Why, the man was caught spying near one of the forts.”

“How do you know he was spying?”

“He is a German.  Why else should he be prowling around, if not to spy?” And their informant rushed into the thick of the crowd, gesticulating violently, and adding his voice to the din.

“Great Scott!  We can’t stand for this!” exclaimed Chester.  “Come on!”

Together the two lads rushed into the thick of the mob.  Elbowing and pushing men to right and left they made their way through the mass of humanity.

The cause of all the confusion had now freed himself from the clutches of the angry mob, and was laying about him furiously with his cane.  He cleared a space before him.  But those in front were pushed forward by the men in the rear of the crowd, and once more surged to the attack, just as Hal and Chester, with a final effort, burst through.

The lads took their places, one on each side of the fighting German, and Chester raised a hand to check the mob.

“Get back!” he shouted.  “Shame upon you to attack a single man like this.  Is this Belgian bravery?”

For a moment the crowd hung back, then rushed forward again, and the three were soon fighting desperately against fearful odds.

But the boys this time had tackled a task that was beyond them.  They struck out rapidly, as did the man to whose aid they had rushed, but the sheer weight of numbers finally told.

Chester, Hal and the stranger all went down at last, and were in imminent danger of being beaten into insensibility.

But at that moment the sound of a bugle rang out, and the crowd scattered in all directions.  A troop of cavalry was hurrying to the scene.

Hal, Chester and the stranger picked themselves up and brushed the dirt from their clothes.  A cavalry officer dismounted and came up to them.