"Now I will go out the door, and do
you follow in sixty seconds. I shall be watching, and if you try to
escape I shall kill you."
The German peered out through the door, and a moment later was on the
outside. For a moment Chester debated whether he should make a dash in
the other direction. A little reflection, however, and he decided he had
better not. His limbs were cramped from being tightly bound, and he knew
that should he not make his appearance as commanded by the German within
sixty seconds, the latter would come after him--and the latter was armed
and Chester was not.
Slowly he counted off the sixty seconds, and then stepped through the
door.
CHAPTER XXIV.
"OUT OF THE FRYING PAN--"
"This way," came a low voice, as the lad reached the top of the steps.
It was now after nightfall, and the street was very dark, but Chester
could dimly make out the form of the officer a few yards ahead of him.
"Follow me," came the voice again, "and remember that I have my gun
ready. Just so surely as you make a false move I will kill you."
Chester made no reply, but followed his captor down the street. At the
first corner the officer stopped and allowed Chester to come up with him.
"I guess we can walk along together now," he said, as they turned the
corner. "It is hardly likely that they suspect me."
"I am sure I can never thank you enough," said Chester fervently.
"Never mind that," said the German. "I don't want any thanks.
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