Just two shots and the Russians toppled over. A second pair met the same fate. Another man did not appear.
“You guard this end a moment and I’ll have a try at the door,” said Frank.
Jack nodded.
Frank placed his revolver against the lock and fired. Immediately the lad swung the door open.
“Fire a couple of shots to hold them back,” he cried.
He suited the action to the word and Jack followed suit. Then both lads sprang through the open door into the darkness. They ran down the narrow hall as fast as their legs would carry them.
“Watch the steps!” cried Frank again.
Jack pulled up at the edge of the stairs safely and they descended them rapidly. Footsteps from behind indicated that the Russians had discovered their absence and were in full chase again.
Down the dark passageway ran the lads at full speed and at last came to the outside. Quickly they climbed the few steps to the street and ran down the thoroughfare.
“Here’s where we shall have to hustle,” shouted Frank. “They can spread out here and pick us off. Double around the first corner.”