they also fled. It was every man for himself. A German bullet
whistled close to the Canadian.

"Well," he said quietly, "I'll get a few of you before you drop me."

He faced his foes unflinchingly.





CHAPTER XII

SAFE AT LAST

McKenzie's arms went up again -- not shoulder high -- just to his
hips. For McKenzie, in his early days, had been reckoned in the
Canadian northwest as the most deadly shot in the country. He fired
from his hips and aimed by instinct and not by sight.

Each automatic flashed once and two more of the foe fell to the
ground. McKenzie staggered a bit as a German bullet plowed into his
shoulder. Then his revolvers spoke again.

As he fought, the Canadian gave ground slowly. He seemed to bear a
charmed life. Two other bullets struck him -- one in the arm and the
other in the thigh, but no one reached a vital spot.

Hal, Chester and Stubbs, in the meantime, had reached and crossed the
Dutch border. There they were immediately taken in charge by order of'