"Out and run for it!" cried Hal, and suited the action to the word.

Chester clambered out with more difficulty, for the wound in his side
still pained him. McKenzie, strange as it may seem, had not been badly
hurt by his fall. He got to his feet, still clutching his revolver.
As the Germans hurried toward him, he raised the automatic and opened
fire.

The first German pitched headlong to earth, as did the second.

McKenzie gave ground slowly.

With a swift look he saw that Hal had almost reached the Dutch border,
which he perceived was guarded by a squad of Dutch soldiers. Chester
also was limping in that direction. Stubbs, in spite of his opposition
to fighting, was lending the lad a helping hand.

"They'll make it, if I can hold these fellows a minute," muttered
McKenzie.

He faced the foe again, and from a pocket brought forth a second
automatic.

"Not for nothing was I called the best shot in the northwest," he said
quietly.

Hal's idea in not waiting to assist in the flight of the others,
McKenzie knew on the instant. The list they had risked so much to get
must be taken from German territory at all hazards. McKenzie knew,
too, that Chester and Stubbs were simply following instructions when