The Boy Allies in Great Peril | Page 7

blow from behind landed on Chester's neck and he staggered forward. He recovered himself in a moment, however, and shouted.
"Rush 'em, Hal!"
The latter also realized that to stand still and fight gave the crowd behind too great an opening and he obeyed Chester's injunction. At the same moment both sprang forward, and the crowd opened before them.
Straight ahead they went, striking out right and left, but rushing forward as fast as possible all the time. Men fell on both sides of them beneath their heavy blows, and so far neither lad had received a severe jolt.
At that moment, however, Hal felt a keen pain in his left arm. He glanced down curiously and saw a tiny stream of red spout forth. His lips set in a thin line.
"Guns, Chester," he said quietly, halting in his tracks. "They are using knives."
"Good," said Chester, also halting. "Back to back."
The lads whipped out their automatics simultaneously, and, back to back, confronted the crowd. Hal spoke.
"We are not spies," he shouted, "but we are not going to be killed without a fight. We are British army officers. Stand back!"
Before the threatening muzzles of the two automatics the crowd hesitated. Then, from directly ahead of Chester, a shot rang out. The lad heard something whiz past his head, and from beyond came a cry of pain.
"Shot one of his own number," muttered the lad.
His finger tightened on the trigger as he saw a man about to leap forward regardless of the automatic.
"I'm going to shoot, Hal," he called.
"I guess it can't be helped," replied the lad quietly. "When I give the word turn loose on 'em, and then we'll make another break."
He hesitated a single instant and then called:
"Ready?"
"Ready!" came the reply.
"Then--" began Hal, and suddenly cried, "Wait!"
For at that moment the crowd in front of him suddenly began to scatter, and from beyond Hal made out a troop of Italian cavalry bearing down on them with drawn sabers. Hal lowered his weapon and called out:
"It's all right, Chester!"

CHAPTER IV.
AN OLD FRIEND.
"What's the meaning of this?" demanded an officer, pulling in his horse beside the two lads, while his troop gave their attention to driving back the crowd, which gave ground slowly.
"We were attacked by the crowd, captain," Hal explained.
"Why?" asked the officer.
"We were accused of being spies."
"By whom?"
"By an Italian army officer back there," replied Hal, making a gesture with his hand.
"Here he comes now," interrupted Chester.
The man who had caused all the trouble now came pompously forward. At sight of him, the mounted officer sprang from the saddle and came to attention.
"What is the matter, sir?" he asked.
"Arrest these two," said his superior, pointing to Hal and Chester. "They are spies, and they knocked me down."
The Italian captain motioned to half a dozen of his men. He also pointed to the two lads.
"Arrest them," he said quietly.
The men surrounded the lads.
"But--" began Chester.
"No words," said the officer. "Take them before General Ferrari," he ordered his men.
He motioned to the commander of the troop to accompany them.
"I shall be there to make the charge against them," he said.
The young officer saluted.
"Very well, sir," he replied. He turned to the lads. "March," he ordered.
There was no help for it, as the lads realized in a moment. Accordingly they made no further protests and marched off, surrounded on all sides.
As they walked along the street there came a new diversion. A man came hurrying toward them. Hal and Chester recognized him in an instant.
"Uncle John!" cried Chester.
He glanced at Hal and smiled sheepishly.
"We seem always to be in trouble when he appears," said Chester with a slight smile.
Uncle John addressed the officer in command of the squad.
"What's the meaning of this?" he demanded.
"The meaning of what, sir?" asked the officer respectfully, for he was impressed by Uncle John's manner.
"What are you doing with these two lads?"
"They are under arrest, sir."
"What!" ejaculated Uncle John. "Under arrest, and what for?"
"They are spies."
"Spies!" The good man staggered back. He forced a smile. "You are joking with me," he said.
The Italian officer drew himself up.
"I never joke of serious matters," he said quietly. "But what interest have you in these prisoners?"
"Well, I have considerable interest," was the reply. "One of them happens to be my nephew. What have they been doing?"
"I couldn't say as to that. All I know is that they are spies."
"You're crazy," shouted Uncle John, now becoming angry. "They are British army officers, and American citizens."
The young officer drew himself up.
"Crazy, am I?" he demanded. "March!" he ordered his men.
"Here, hold on a minute," gasped Uncle John. "I didn't mean to ruffle your feelings; but one of those boys is my nephew. I tell you they are British officers."
"I trust they will be able to prove it," said the Italian.
"What?" demanded Uncle John. "Why?"
"Because," replied the officer