He struck out with his great right fist and one German soldier crumpled up and slid gently to the floor.
“Shoot me, will you?” yelled the sergeant again.
CHAPTER XXX
VICTORY
Appalled by the fury in the face of Sergeant Bowers, the Germans retreated along the wall, two to one as they were.
“Nail ’em, Timothy!” shouted Bowers to the marine who was nearest him.
Timothy grinned and pulled the trigger of his rifle again. The other marines also poured a volley into the compact ranks of the foe. Three Germans dropped.
“Good boy!” yelled Bowers. “At ’em again!”
With wild cries, the Germans broke and fled for the steps at the end of the hall. Up these they climbed pell-mell.
“After ’em, men!” shouted Bowers. “I’ll lick the man who lets one of ’em get away!”
Up the steps after the Germans piled the marines.