"No talking, men," he said.
They emerged into the park. The tower came in sight. From the roof a dense column of brown smoke rose straight into the still air. Rogers groaned.
"God send we be in time!" he murmured, as he pounded heavily along.
CHAPTER XXV
SQUARING ACCOUNTS
Armstrong profited by the enemy's first check to bind his handkerchief round Mr. Pratt's arm.
"Hadn't you better go upstairs, sir, out of harm's way?" he asked.
"Call myself a casualty and slink to the rear? No, thank you, my lad. Not while I can stand and use my left arm. We must hold our ground here at all costs."
"Here, sir?"
"Yes. They must not drive us beyond the first floor. No doubt they have released the man you tied up, and the fact that they still attack us shows there is something upstairs they don't want to leave."