“But I don’t think it is fair,” protested Chester.

“I don’t care what you think,” replied Hal.  “You have both promised, so that’s all there is about it.”

In vain did Chester and Lieutenant Anderson protest.  Hal was firm.

“Come, now,” he said at last.  “You are making it more dangerous for me every moment you stand here arguing about it.  Get in the boats and return at once.”

Slowly Chester and Lieutenant Anderson complied with his request.  The men already were in the boats, and Hal stood and watched them row away.

“I shall be back some time to-night or in the morning,” he called to Chester; “but,” and he smiled grimly to himself, “if I were you, I wouldn’t wait up for me.”

Chester and Lieutenant Anderson waved their hands in reply, and with one last look Hal turned and made his way back in the direction of the farmhouse.

He walked by the house without stopping, for he had no mind to linger long in that vicinity.

“The quicker I find the main army and lose myself among the rest of the officers the better off I shall be,” he told himself.

He espied a small squadron of Germans approaching him at a quick trot.  Making sure that his revolvers were ready for instant action, the lad trudged bravely on.  The mounted troops passed him at a distance of perhaps a hundred yards, and the officer in command waved his sword in greeting as they went by.

“So far, so good,” muttered the lad to himself.

Small bodies of troops passed him at more frequent intervals now.  But feeling perfectly safe in his German uniform, with shoulder straps of captain, the lad continued boldly on.

At last, some distance ahead, he made out a large encampment.

“Guess this is the place I am headed for,” he told himself.

He approached boldly and soon mingled with the German officers, who were taking life easy, war, seemingly, being far from their thoughts.  The place, to Hal, looked as if it might be a drill ground, with a large body of troops on parade.

He walked about for an hour or more and was not challenged once, although once or twice passing officers nodded pleasantly to him.

“Either they mistake me for someone else, or they are a very pleasant and courteous set,” the lad told himself.  “However, I didn’t come here to learn how they behave themselves.  I won’t get any information this way.  I wonder who is in command here, but I can’t afford to ask.”

Continuing his stroll, he at last mingled with a crowd of officers who were idling about talking.

“I heard General Beulow say that we were likely to be ordered forward within a few hours,” said one of the group of officers.

“So?” questioned another.  “I had forgotten that you are now a member of his staff.”

“What’s up, do you know?”

“Nothing that I can talk about,” replied the other with a pleasant smile.