“You haven’t forgotten I am a spy, have you?” Niva asked with a low laugh. “Give it to me.”
Stan thrust the gun into her hands. He caught her thumb and showed her the safety catch.
“Ready,” she hissed.
Gripping the captured rifle Stan charged the sentry. His rush was silent and carried him well out and upon the guard before the Jap saw him coming. The sentry whirled and lowered his bayonet to meet the attack. Stan was on him before he could lunge. He wasn’t sure he had room for bayonet work so he brought the butt of the gun up in a sweeping arc. The Jap seemed to lift. He went rolling end over end like a rabbit, landing in a heap on the ground where he lay motionless.
Beside him Niva fired the automatic. Another guard was charging in. He dived aside, however, when the girl opened up on him.
“I missed him.” Her voice was cool but tinged with disgust.
Stan laughed as he caught her hand and dragged her away. They raced along the hedge, keeping close to the barrier of thorns. Soon their flight was slowed to a walk as they came to heavy underbrush and vines. But Stan refused to halt until they were deep in the jungle.
When they were well away from the village he stopped in a little clearing. Niva stood panting beside him.
“Thanks, Stan Wilson, for coming back,” she said.
“Kirby told me you were in the stockade. He made a map of the grounds.” Stan grinned at her. “I owed you a rescue. Now if we can get out of here we’ll be even.”