“Not much chance of finding him now, I guess,” he muttered.

He turned on his heel, and then, for the first time, his eyes fell upon Chester’s prostrate form.

“So he got you, too, eh?” he said to himself.

He hurried forward and bent over his chum.  At the same moment Chester opened his eyes and smiled up at him feebly.

“Hello,” he said; “where’s our friend?”

“Gone,” replied Hal briefly, raising Chester’s head to his knee.  “How do you feel?”

“A little rocky, and that’s a fact,” was the reply.

“What did he bump you over with—­gun?”

“No; fist.”

“I don’t see any marks.”

“I feel ’em,” said Chester, rubbing his chin ruefully.  “He landed an uppercut that was a beauty.”

“I am glad you are well enough to appreciate it,” said Hal, with a slight smile.  “He was big enough to have put you out for keeps.”

“I’m not to be gotten rid of so easily,” returned Chester.  “Help me up.”

Hal lent a supporting hand and Chester struggled to his feet.

“Dizzy?” queried Hal.

“A little,” was the reply.  “I’ll be all right in a minute, though.”

He shook his head several times and at last appeared to have gotten rid of the effects of the blow.  He threw off Hal’s hand.

“Well, what now?” he asked.

Hal hesitated.

“I hate to see that fellow get away,” he said finally.  “He probably has stolen important information.”

“I guess there is not much doubt of that,” replied Chester, “but Rome is a pretty sizeable town.  A slim chance we have of finding him.”

“I’d know him if I see him,” said Hal

“So will I. Did you notice the scar across his face?”

“Yes; that’s why I say I would know him any place.  What do you suppose it was he stole?”

“A paper of some kind; I saw that.  Probably has to do with troop movements or something of the sort.  You remember he stole it from an army officer.”

“Yes; which reminds me that he also disposed of said army officer without much trouble.  The last I saw of him he was floundering about on the ground in the midst of the crowd.”

“Let’s go back and have a look for him.”

“Good; come on.”

The boys turned and retraced their steps.  Rounding a corner they came again within sight of the palace.

“Crowd still there,” Hal commented briefly.

It was true.  The crowd seemed to have grown rather than to have diminished.

“Something must have happened while we were gone,” said Chester.  “Hear them yell.”

“I guess it means war,” was Hal’s quiet response.  “Well, I’m glad.”

“And so am I. This German business should be settled without much trouble now.”

“Don’t you believe it.  The Kaiser is good for a long, hard fight yet.”

They pushed their way through the crowd.  Suddenly they came to a stop, their further progress being barred by a solid mass of humanity directly in front of them, Hal took Chester by the arm.