d him of his other
weapons, two automatic Colts. These he slipped in his pocket, and once
more turned his face toward the spot where Chester lay, unaware of the
terrible fight that had just occurred.

Hal whistled softly--the whistle of the old days in America--and,
listening, heard Chester whistle softly in return.

Believing now that everything was safe, Hal left his fallen enemy
behind, and started toward the spot where Chester was rising to his
feet.

Hardly had he traversed half the distance, when there was another
shot, and Hal saw Chester, who was advancing to meet him, topple to
the ground.

Hal turned in the direction of the flash of the rifle, and, scarcely
taking time to aim with his newly-acquired automatic, fired. His
effort was rewarded with a howl of pain, but, as the lad started to
run to where his fallen friend lay, there was another shot, and Hal
felt a bullet whiz by his head.

Quickly he dropped to the ground, thinking that his unseen antagonist
would believe him dead. He held his revolver ready, prepared to fire
at the first sight of his enemy.

But the latter was not to be caught thus easily. Evidently he had
heard of such subterfuges before. Hal waited patiently for some
moments, and then, as there was no sign of his unseen enemy, he
crawled slowly toward the spot where Chester had fallen.

What was his surprise to find that Chester was not there. For a moment
Hal was stupefied, but his amazement was brought to an end by a low
whistle, and, looking to the right, Hal beheld his friend behind a
large tree.

A moment later Hal was beside his friend.

"Are you hurt much?" he demanded anxiously.

"Not even touched," was the reply. "I dropped to the ground when the
bullet whizzed by. I was afraid he would hit me next time."

Hal seized Chester's hand and squeezed it warmly.

"I was afraid it was all up with you," he said. "I----"

The sudden flash of a rifle interrupted him, and another bullet flew
past.

CHAPTER XIV.

THE DEATH OF A TRAITOR.

"Great Scott!" Hal ejaculated. "We've got to get out of here some way.
We can't stand here and be shot down."

"Wait," said Chester, as Hal started to move away, and pulled the
latter to the ground, where he had dropped himself.

"What is it?" demanded Hal.

"Let me look at that gun you have a moment."

Without a word Hal passed it over. Chester examined it as carefully as
possible in the dark.

"I don't believe there is more