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There was no mistaking the menace in the quiet tones and Hal and Chester realized that the owner of the voice meant business. "Good work, Fritz," came the voice of Robard, and he pulled himself to his feet with some difficulty and advanced toward the boys. "I'll thank you for your guns," he said. "No, I'll get them myself," he added as both boys moved their hands toward the weapons.
"I don't know what Robard will do with us." "Perhaps we may see the Austrian ambassador," said Hal hopefully. "Certainly he would stand for no such work as this." "I don't know about that," said Chester. "They are likely to all be alike." "Well, we shall just have to make the best of it," said Hal. "By the way, Uncle John," said Chester, "you must be considerable of a fighter.
"These," said Robard, taking a step forward, and throwing a warning look at the three prisoners, "are a trio who have too much knowledge of some of our plans. I thought it best to take them along, sir." Hal took a quick step forward, but even as he opened his mouth to speak, he felt something cold pressed against the back of his neck by a hand from behind. He closed his lips and fell back.
Hal and Chester wheeled quickly, just in time to see Robard disappearing through the door, which closed after him with a bang. A key turned in the lock. The thud they had heard was Uncle John toppling to the floor as the result of a blow delivered by the Austrian, who, catching Uncle John off his guard, had sprung to his feet and attacked him.
Again the prisoners found themselves shoved into a large touring car, which started immediately in the wake of the one which bore Robard and the ambassador. "Some funny business here, as sure as you're born," said Chester excitedly. "Must be," declared Hal grimly. "Robard and the ambassador have something up their sleeves. Wonder if the Italian authorities are not on their guard.
There's a double row of trees along it on this side, and several benches where people can wait for the tram-cars that pass down this street and then across the bridge into Tours. Marie found an old friend of hers sitting on one of the benches, such a big fat woman, and oh, such a gossip! Marie said she was tired, so we sat there a long time. Her friend's name is Clotilde Robard.
Fortunately, I think we know the phrase that will get us by." "What do you mean?" asked Hal. "Why, the one you used on Robard in Rome," said Chester. "'From the Wilhelmstrasse." "By Jove! I believe you are right," declared Hal. "I am certain of it," replied Chester. "So, you see, we will overcome suspicion, and will have freedom of the Austrian camp practically.
What was their surprise, then, when, instead of boarding another train, as Hal had confidently believed would be done, the ambassador led the way into the station and then to the street beyond. Here Robard disappeared for a brief moment, and returning, motioned the ambassador and others to follow him.
"We overheard the conversation in the room where we were locked, sir. My friends managed to escape and give the warning. The plot has failed. Robard told me as much." "I'm glad," said the ambassador simply. "And now, what am I to do with you?" "Let me go, sir," was the lad's reply. The ambassador considered the matter.
"Take that, and that, and that," he said gleefully, skipping first this way and then that, skillfully evading the heavy blows launched wildly by Robard. This continued for perhaps five minutes, and then Chester grew tired. "Well, we'll end it now," he told the Austrian with a smile. "Watch, here comes the finish." He stiffened a bit, took a backward step, then danced suddenly forward.
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