"No?" questioned Uncle Sam's young soldier. "Why not?"
"There is but one way out of here."
"And then?"
"To pass out that way you must go by a dozen of my men, and you can judge for yourself what that will mean."
"Yes; I have an idea," nodded Hal thoughtfully.
"Then you see the folly of thinking you can escape?"
"No; I am thinking that your men will be able to get me."
"To be sure."
"Yet I am quick, Tomba, and before they can finish me, I shall have settled my score with you for good and all."
"And thrown away your own life?"