He was positive that his men would still be there, but he also knew that, in accordance with his orders, they would not remain a moment after the time he had set had passed. Consequently, he kept Hardy going at top speed.
From time to time the lad glanced over his head at his pursuers. He knew that he could outrun them, but he also knew that Hardy would soon diminish his speed if possible. Therefore he kept his revolver ready in his hand.
As he had expected, Hardy suddenly began to slow down.
“Run,” commanded Jack, “no stopping now.”
“But I can’t run any farther,” protested Hardy, panting.
“Can’t you?” replied Jack grimly. “Then maybe this will help you.”
His revolver spoke, and a bullet whistled by the traitor’s ear.
Hardy leaped forward with renewed energy, and for a few moments Jack found it hard to keep pace with him.
Now the two came in view of the shore, and Jack spurred his captive to renewed speed. The Danish soldiers were still some distance behind, but now a shot rang out.
“No stopping now!” yelled Jack, and, side by side, the two ran toward the little boat that still lay in waiting, the crew of which was advancing to meet them.