This is rare sport. We will declare a truce until the struggle is over.
Do you agree?"
Chester considered quickly. He knew that the German officer would be as
good as his word, and he knew also that Stubbs, if given time, would
dispose of his three enemies.
"I agree," he said, and made his way back to Hal, where he told him of
the strange request and his answer.
As the little war correspondent still struggled with his feline
assailants the Germans, from their side of the woods, gradually came
out from among the trees to get a closer view of the struggle.
Unconsciously also the British left their shelter and crowded about to
get a better view.
With his right hand Stubbs succeeded in grasping the cat that had bitten
him by the back of the neck, and in spite of the animal's frantic clawing
and scratching he raised it in the air and brought its head against the
ground violently. The cat lay still.
But while Stubbs was thus engaged with one of the enemy, the other two
were busy. Stubbs had now jumped to his feet, and one of the animals had
succeeded in crawling to his shoulder, where it was making desperate
efforts to reach the war correspondent's eyes with its claws.
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