CHAPTER XV
THE FIGHT FOR THE TOWER
As Armande's foot touched the stairs, a bullet from above struck his steel helmet a glancing blow. The helmet was knocked from his head and he staggered back against the wall. Jacques sprang to his side at once.
"I'm all right," exclaimed Armande quickly.
"Are you hurt?" demanded Jacques.
"Not at all; it merely stunned me for a second," and Armande rubbed his head dazedly. "I'll be all right directly."
"You musn't try to go up those stairs again," exclaimed Jacques, as he spoke handing Armande back his helmet, which he had picked up from the floor.
"But we must get them out of that tower," insisted Armande.
"I know," agreed Jacques, "but we'll have to find some other way to do it."
"But how?"