“All right,” said Lord Hastings. “You’ve dropped him.”
The second man who had blocked the doorway now closed in, but Jack disposed of him quickly. Shots came from behind, and Frank’s voice cried:
“Getting too warm, sir. Let’s move.”
“Come on, then,” said Jack.
He threw his weight against the door, and it crashed open. A moment later all three were in the street and running in the direction of the water.
A crowd of Germans poured from the café after them, and the crack of revolvers sounded like a rapid-fire gun in action.
“We’ll have to hurry!” cried Lord Hastings. “They’ll have the whole fortress on our heels in a moment.”
Directly the water front came into view.
“Here we are!” cried Lord Hastings. “Quick, now!”
He made directly toward the D-17’s motorboat, which he could see was where he had left it, but at that moment a figure blocked the way. It was a German sentinel, and his rifle was pointed squarely at Lord Hastings.