"We're desperate," said Hal quietly. "If you don't I give you my word you shall be shot."
"Pooh!" sneered the German. "One shot and you will all be killed."
"But you won't be here to see it done," returned Hal. "Now I am not going to waste time with you. I shall count three, and if you have not decided by that time to do as I order, you will die. Chester, do you understand?"
"You bet I do," declared Chester.
"Very well," said Hal. "One! Two!" Still the German made no move.
"Three!" said Hal.
The hammer on Chester's revolver clicked.
"Hold on!" cried the German. "I give in!"
Chester drew a breath of relief. He couldn't have shot the man down in cold blood and he knew it. He lowered his revolver a trifle, but still kept the man covered.
"Go to the door and order your men away from here," Hal ordered the prisoner.
The German strode toward the door.