Occasional revolver flashes lighted up the darkness, but only momentarily.
Lord Hastings, reaching the door, found it barred by two men. Before he could bring his revolver to bear, an outstretched arm sent it spinning from his hand. Lord Hastings growled and struck out with his fist. An arm encircled his neck and held him powerless. At the same time a voice called out:
“I’ve got one of them!”
Jack, who was immediately behind his commander, although he could not see what was going on, realized from the German’s words what was up, and called out:
“Where are you, sir?”
“Here,” came the reply. “A man has me around the neck.”
Jack’s lips shut grimly, and, leaving Frank to guard their rear, he stepped quickly forward and laid his hand on a man’s arm.
“Have I hold of you, or the enemy, sir?” he asked quietly.
“Must be the German,” was the reply.
Jack ran his hand up the arm until he felt a face. Then he drew back his left arm and his fist crashed forward.