"Humph!" growled Sergeant Hal, his eyes snapping. "I don't like the idea of surrendering the camp that I command!"
CHAPTER XIX
WHEN THE LAST CARTRIDGE WAS GONE
WHATEVER was to be done would have to be done in a very few seconds.
For one of the rifle-armed strangers had started briskly for the tent that concealed the boyish sergeant.
"Whatever happens, he isn't going to get me alive, if I can help it!" quivered young Overton. "I'd sooner be killed at once than disgrace my chevrons."
Two swift steps backward, and Sergeant Hal caught up his revolver.
With this in his right hand, and stepping panther-like, he returned to the fallen tent flap.