When Chester leaped from the burning shack, he awaited the arrival of the next, who proved to be Colonel Anderson, even as he had planned.  As Chester had figured, the Austrians did not attack him when he reached the ground, evidently believing he was about to surrender.

A moment later Colonel Anderson stood beside him, and as the latter raised himself to his feet, Chester shouted the words that had set Hal and Uncle John on their dash for life: 

“All right!  Go!”

At these words, he and Colonel Anderson also dashed ahead.  Taken by the surprise, the Austrians hesitated a moment and then dashed after them with cries.  The men who had been guarding the door by which Hal and Uncle John later escaped, also joined in the chase.

For a couple of seconds the Austrians did not fire at the fugitives, evidently believing they could catch them.  But as the two gradually drew away from them an officer gave the command: 

“Fire!”

A score of rifles cracked, but fortunately for Chester and Colonel Anderson, none of the soldiers had taken time to aim carefully.  But one bullet whistled close to Chester’s head.

“I can’t see any use getting killed,” he muttered to himself.

Colonel Anderson also came to a stop, and both raised their hands in token of surrender.

An Austrian officer advanced toward them—­and he proved to be the same man with whom they had talked just before making their dash from the Austrian lines—­the man whom they had knocked unconscious as he gave the alarm.

“So we have you at last, eh?” he said harshly.

“Yes, we’re here,” agreed Chester with a smile.

“And this time you will not get away,” was the response.  “Spies, eh?”

“Well, what of it?” demanded Chester.

“Nothing,” replied the officer, “except that you will be shot some time to-day.”

“Oh, well, that’s the chance we all take,” replied Chester calmly.

At this moment a subordinate approached the officer.

“The other two fugitives, sir, have taken two horses and fled,” he said.

“What?” shouted the Austrian.

“Yes, sir.”

The officer whirled upon Chester and Colonel Anderson.

“So,” he exclaimed.  “This is some more of your work.  You shall pay for it.”

“Perhaps,” said Chester.

The officer made no reply to this.  Instead he motioned them to move ahead of him, which they did.  A moment later they found themselves in the saddle and headed back toward the Austrian lines, closely surrounded by their guards.

“And now,” said Chester, “for another call on our friend, the general.”

CHAPTER XXVIII.

Mr. Stubbs once more.

A hearty hand slapped Hal on the back, and he looked up from a moody reverie into the face of Anthony Stubbs.