CHAPTER XV
THE BATTLE OF THEIR LIVES
AT the first sign of trouble the few people in the post office lobby had devoted their entire energies to getting away.
Nor did any of the postal employés appear to offer aid.
They had little stomach for such a deadly affair as this was certain to be.
And Noll?
At the first note of Prescott's voice, as the lieutenant leaped at Blick, Private Terry had dropped below the level of the window ledge.
There his hand closed on his revolver.
With this in hand, he bounded for the door that the young Army officer had left open.
But all this took time, and what was going on in the post office lobby outside seemed to take place in split seconds.