CHAPTER VII
HAL TO THE RESCUE
At the same moment that Chester fell to the ground, the clear note ofa bugle rang out from the German rear, sounding the recall. Theattack was to be given up. The resistance of the French had been toomuch for the foe.
Hal, who had been retreating with the other French troops, turned asecond before the recall was sounded just in time to see a single formthat had been struggling with a knot of the enemy crash to the ground.Hal gave a loud cry, which was stifled by his gas helmet, for he feltsure that it was Chester.
It was at that moment the German bugle sounded the recall.
Hal dashed toward the spot where Chester had fallen. A score of enemytroops, perceiving his approach, stayed their retreat and offered himbattle. Hal was nothing loath. He dashed toward them at top speed.
Other French troops, seeing one of their numbers dashing forward, andperceiving his peril, jumped to the rescue. Still more Germans turned andmore French dashed forward. For a moment it seemed that the strugglewould be renewed in spite of the order for a German recall.
Hal dashed among the foe with sword flashing aloft. Right and left heslashed and the Germans gave way before his fury. Then they closed in.Almost at the same moment the French troops came to his assistance.Again the recall was sounded from the German rear. The few of the foewho apparently had Hal at their mercy heeded this second callreluctantly. They drew off slowly, opening upon the advancing Frenchwith their rifles as they did so. The French returned the fire and theGermans retreated faster.
Apparently it was not the plan of General Domont to follow up theretreating Germans, for there came no order for a charge. Instead, theFrench commander apparently was satisfied with having broken down theGerman attack. He had no intention of sacrificing more of his men in auseless pursuit that would bring them again under the mouths of the bigGerman guns.
Quickly Hal bent over Chester. The latter had fallen with his face on theground, and this fact undoubtedly had saved his life. He was unconsciousand his nose was buried in the dirt. He had almost suffocated, but thisfact had saved him from the poisonous gases. Hal stripped the gas helmetfrom a dead French soldier and slipped it over Chester's head. Then helifted his chum from the ground and started toward the rear, supportingthe unconscious figure as well as he could.
Several French troopers ran to his assistance. Hal lowered Chester to theground and put both hands under his chum's head. He motioned one of theFrench soldiers to take Chester's feet, and in this manner they carriedChester from the danger zone.
Hal did not rest easily until after a French surgeon had pronouncedChester little the worse for his experience. Two bayonet wounds in thelad's arm were found to be mere scratches.
"He'll pull round in a day or two," said the surgeon. "In themeantime it would be well to keep him as quiet as possible, though heis in no danger."
Hal thanked the surgeon, and leaving Chester in safe hands, sought outGeneral Domont and explained the circumstances to him.
"And I would like to get him back to my own quarters," he concluded.
"Very well," said General Domont. "I shall place an automobile at yourdisposal."
The French officer was as good as his word and in a high-power motor carHal and Chester, the latter having regained consciousness, were soon ontheir way to headquarters, Hal bearing General Domont's report on themorning's encounter.
Hal went first to the quarters of General Petain, where he deliveredGeneral Domont's report; then he accompanied Chester to their ownquarters, where he made Chester as comfortable as possible.
He was just about to leave Chester alone, when another figure entered thetent. It was Stubbs.
"Hello, Mr. Stubbs," said Chester from his cot. "Where have you beenall summer?"
"Summer?" said Mr. Stubbs, removing his overcoat. "This is the month ofFebruary."
"All right; have it your own way," said Chester.
"Well, I've just been having a look around," said Stubbs.
"Find out anything more about the conspiracy?" asked Hal.
"What conspiracy?" demanded Stubbs.
"Why, the one you were telling us about the other night," exclaimedChester.
Stubbs looked at the lad critically.
"Wounded to-day, weren't you?" he asked.
"A trifle," returned Chester.
"Any fever?" asked Stubbs.
"No," said Hal. "Why?"
"Why? He's dreaming things. What's this conspiracy he's talking about?"
Chester sat up in his cot.
"You don't mean to tell me you don't remember what you told us about it?"he demanded.
Stubbs tapped his head with a significant gesture and nodded to Hal.
"Did you have a surgeon look at him?" he asked.
"Look here, Stubbs--" began Chester angrily.
"Here, here," interposed Hal. "You lie down there, Chester. I'll talk toour friend here."
At this Mr. Stubbs moved toward the outside.
"I've got to be going now," he announced.
"Well, you're not going to go until you tell me what all this foolishnessis about," declared Hal.
"Foolishness?"
"Yes, foolishness. You can't deny, can you, that you told us the othernight you had unearthed a conspiracy of some kind?"
"I can," said Stubbs, "but I won't. It's my belief that there issomething wrong with both of you. What would I know about a conspiracy?"
"That's what I would like to know," returned Chester, from his cot."If you won't tell us, I've a notion to tell General Petain whatyou told us."
"I wouldn't if I were you," said Stubbs. "It wouldn't do you anygood. He probably would think your wound had affected your mind.That's what I think."
"Oh, no you don't," said Hal. "You are just trying to keep the thing toyourself, whatever it is. Maybe you're going to slip it by the censor tothe _Gazette_, eh?"
Stubbs made no reply.
"If I thought that, I would tell General Petain," declared Chester.
"It must be a great thing to have such imaginations," said Stubbs withsomething like a sigh. "Some of these days, if you like, I'll get youboth jobs on the _Gazette_."
"Now look here, Stubbs," said Hal. "Laying all joking aside, are yougoing to tell us about this thing or not?"
"What thing?" demanded Stubbs.
"By George!" ejaculated Hal in exasperation. "You're the limit, Stubbs."
"Sure I am," was the little man's smiling response. "Otherwise, Iwouldn't be in this tent with you."
"Stubbs," said Chester, a sudden idea striking him, "have we donesomething you don't like?"
"You have," was Stubbs' reply.
"By Jove!" said Hal. "We're sorry for that, Stubbs. We apologize. Willyou tell us what we've done?"
Stubbs looked at the lad with a peculiar smile on his face. He was silentseveral moments before replying:
"You don't know, eh?"
"Of course not."
Stubbs shrugged his shoulders and started out of the tent.
"Say!" Chester called after him, "are you going to tell us or not?"
"Not!" said Stubbs briefly, and was gone.
"Now what do you think of that?" demanded Chester of his chum.
"There's something wrong with him," was Hal's reply. "I haven't any ideawhat it can be."
"Suppose it is because we were poking fun at him the other night?"
"I don't know. I don't believe he would take a thing like that to heart.However, you can't tell."
"Anyhow," said Chester, "we're not likely to find out what it's all aboutuntil he gets good and ready to tell us."
"You're right, there," returned Hal. "He can be as mum as an oyster whenhe wants to. Well, old boy, I'll leave you alone now and go out and lookaround a bit. Maybe I can stumble on this conspiracy Stubbs talks about."
"You mean the one he won't talk about," said Chester with a smile. "Allright. Go ahead. I'll take a little snooze."
He rolled over on his side as Hal left
the tent.
How long Chester slept he did not know, but it was dark in the tent whenhe opened his eyes.
"Wonder what can be keeping Hal?" he muttered to himself.
He had hardly had spoken the words when a form came through the entranceto the tent. Chester was about to speak, for he thought at first that itwas Hal, but something seemed to tell him to remain silent. The lad,therefore, said nothing.
At second glance Chester realized that the figure that had entered thetent was not Hal. Neither was it Stubbs.
"Great Scott!" muttered the lad to himself. "Wonder who he is andwhat he wants here? He hasn't seen me though. Guess I'll wait and seewhat happens."
The lad stretched out a hand carefully and drew toward him a camp stoolupon which he had laid his clothes before going to bed. Without a soundhe secured one of his revolvers and straightened to a sitting posture.
"I'm ready for whatever happens," he told himself.
The intruder had now taken up such a position in the tent as to command aview of the entrance, shielded from sight himself. Chester saw somethingglisten in the man's hand.
"Gun," said the boy to himself. "Guess I can beat him to it."
Came footsteps without. They stopped just outside the tent. Chestersaw the nocturnal visitor in the tent raise his revolver arm. Chesterdid likewise.
"I'll just shoot that gun out of your hand, my friend," he said quietly.
He took deliberate aim.