the foe that if he persists in firing on Dutch soil we shall be forced
to return it!"

The Dutch captain seemed only glad for this excuse. He dashed away,
and a moment later Dutch troops advanced onto German soil.

McKenzie, meanwhile, found that he had but two shots left in his
weapons. He glanced backward, and as he did so the Dutch troops
advanced.

"If I can reach them," the man thought.

He whirled, emptied his automatics into the face of his enemies, dashed
the now useless weapons after the bullets, and took to his heels,
zigzagging as he ran.

The bullets in his body impeded his progress, but he reached the
advancing Dutch troops safety. There was a cry of anger from the
German lines as McKenzie found shelter among the Dutch troops. The
Germans halted, and an officer advanced.

"I must ask you to deliver that man to me," he said to Captain Hodden.

"I am sorry, but what you ask is impossible," was the reply. "This is
Dutch territory, and you advance further at your peril."

"Dutch territory!" exclaimed the exasperated German. "You stand on
German ground, and the man you are protecting is a spy. I demand his
return."