A second form appeared in the doorway and fired at Chester. But the lad had perceived his opponent just in time to leap back and the bullet went wild. Bringing his own revolver forward in deliberate aim, Chester dropped the other with a single shot.
"Look!" cried Helen from the window at this moment.
Chester did so and saw the remainder of the Bulgarians coming toward the house at a dead run. He put his revolver out the window and fired twice. Helen did the same.
But both had fired too quickly and all the bullets went wide. The men pulled up under the window, out of the range of fire from within, safely enough, and Chester and Helen could hear them talking.
"We'll wait here," said one. "Somebody'll show his head pretty quick and when he does, we'll get him."
Chester motioned to Helen to move back from the window.
"What are you going to do?" she asked in some anxiety.
"Have you any hot water?" asked Chester suddenly.
"Why, yes," cried the girl and clapped her hands, "There is a kettle on the stove."
"You remain here while I get it," said Chester briefly.