“Good!” exclaimed von Bernstrum. “With fists?”
“No,” replied Hal, who was somewhat doubtful of Alexis’ prowess in the fistic art. “How about a wrestling match?”
“Good!” exclaimed von Bernstrum again. “But I assure you I am his superior.” He turned to Alexis. “Get ready, man!”
CHAPTER VIII.
THE ESCAPE.
Alexis made ready.
Hal realized that he was taking a desperate chance to put through the scheme that had entered his mind. Not only was von Bernstrum a bigger man than Alexis, but the latter had lost much blood only 36 hours before. Doubtless also he knew every trick of a wrestler or fighter.
Alexis took off his shoes and threw them into a corner, and divested himself of his coat. Von Bernstrum growled like a dog as he followed the Cossack’s example.
Alexis held out his hand. Von Bernstrum gripped it hard and gave a grunt of satisfaction.
“A man’s hand,” he exclaimed.