CHAPTER XXII
PLAYING BIRDMAN IN WAR
Unconsciously Ensign Dave Darrin swayed slightly, so close did the shower of bullets pass him.
Then the reports of more than a score of American rifles rang out just as Danny Grin reached his chum's side.
"Hurt, David, little giant?" asked Dan.
"Not even touched, so far as I know," smiled Darrin.
"Boatswain's mate, take a dozen men and leap into that house through the open window!" Lieutenant Trent called, sternly.
Then the senior officer hurried over to the subordinate.
"Did the rascals get you, Darrin?" demanded the lieutenant, anxiously.
"I don't think so, sir," was the reply. "I don't believe I've a scratch."