“I am glad she believed me,” said Hal to himself. “I don’t believe I could have brought myself to shoot.”
He turned and walked back to the spot where he had placed one of his opponents hors de combat.
The latter was just struggling to his feet, and as Hal approached he sprang forward.
“What! haven’t you had enough yet?” asked the lad in well simulated surprise. “Well, here’s some more then.”
He stepped quickly forward, and feinting with his left, drove his right fist squarely into the German’s mouth. It was more than flesh and blood could stand, and once more the German toppled to the ground, where he remained, unconscious.
“Now to get back across the river,” said Hal to himself. “Wonder if I can find a boat of some kind.”
He walked slowly along the bank, keeping a keen eye out for any kind of a craft in which to make the trip. He could find none; but, from the direction of the great German camp, came the sound of excited voices and the trampling of many feet.
“Great Scott! Here they come,” exclaimed Hal aloud. “I guess it’s up to me to get away from here pretty quick.”
Without a moment’s hesitation he advanced to the water’s edge and plunged into the stream. The water was icy cold, and Hal’s breath was taken away by the suddenness of the shock.