The whole thing had taken less than five seconds for Tim’s two blows had been fast and true.
“Did you crack their heads?” asked Dugan.
“No,” snapped Tim. “They’ll be all right in a few minutes. We’d better get out of here and head for our planes. When they come to or are missed, this hotbed of rebels will be at our heels.”
“Grab a blanket and sombrero from one of those chaps,” said Dugan. “It will help us in getting out of the village.”
Tim threw a blanket over his shoulders and pulled one of the high-crowned hats far down over his head.
“All right, let’s go. You lead the way, Dugan.”
The daredevil stepped outside their jail, pulled the door shut, rattled the chain, and then blew out the lantern. “Just in case anyone might be looking,” he whispered to Tim. They melted into the shadows, and hurried in the direction of the field which served as headquarters for the rebel air force.
They reached the field unmolested and discarded their blankets.
“Better take my plane,” suggested Tim. “It’s fast and there’s plenty of gas to get us to the border.”
“Suits me,” said Dugan. “The quicker we get away from here the better.”