His cry, however, changed into amazement.
"You, Fandor?"
"You've begun shooting at me, now, have you?"
For answer, the journalist held out his revolver, which was fully loaded.
"But what are you doing here, Juve?" he asked.
"You wired to me to come."
"That I never did."
Juve drew the telegram from his pocket and held it out to Fandor, but as the two men drew close together, they were startled by a lightning flash, and a report. A bullet whistled past their ears. Instinctively they lay flat between two barrels, holding their breaths.
Juve whispered instructions: "When I give the signal, fire at anything you see or toward the direction of the next report."