Quickly the Germans leaped onto their motorcycles and turned to run. But now the advancing British were in full view, and a voice of command rang out:
“Fire!”
A volley rang out. Not in all the world were there better marksmen than those British troopers. Four Germans reeled in their saddles and tumbled to the ground.
Hal and Chester descended from their place of refuge.
CHAPTER XVIII.
ON A NEW MISSION.
The two lads hurried up to the officer in command of the English troops.
“You arrived just in time,” cried Hal, grasping the hand the officer extended.