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I'll see our first sergeant, however, and find out whether there's any chance of my getting leave for the evening. If he says so, I can put it by the captain all right. Wait here, and " "I guess it won't be necessary, Corporal Hyman," broke in Hal's voice, sounding rather cool, for Hal had recognized Hyman's companion none other than Vicente Tomba. "Hello!
Certainly Tomba's shuddering had increased, though the little brown man, no match in muscle for the white soldier, made not the least effort to wrest himself away from that dangerous grip. "Eight!" announced Hal Overton, his voice on the verge of absolute cheeriness. Again Tomba spoke, this time still more angrily. There was a shuffling of feet, as the men moved further away.
As he uttered that "thank you," Sergeant Overton suddenly summoned all the muscles in his body to obey him in one frantic effort for safety and freedom. Like a flash he rolled, both of his bound feet kicking Vicente Tomba and bowling over that astounded little brown man.
Damon. "Well," answered the young inventor, "I don't believe we ought to kill any of them if we can avoid it. I don't like to do such a thing but, perhaps we can't help ourselves. My plan is to take the airship down, close to the hut where the missionaries are confined. Tomba can point it out to us. If we can rescue them without bloodshed, so much the better. But we'll fight if we have to."
Sergeant Overton still retained his left-handed hold on Tomba as the pair passed out to what might mean safety. Through this second doorway they passed, to find themselves ascending a slope paved only with tightly packed dirt. Glancing up the slope Sergeant Hal made out three or four stars low down in the sky beyond. "Night time?" he queried in mild astonishment.
"You are attempting too much," jeered the little brown man. "I see and I admit that you are brave, yet you are bound to lose." "The time for talking is past, Tomba, and now we come to action," returned the Army boy, speaking slowly and easily. "Come, get upon your feet and obey every order of mine the instant that you receive it.
And then, for the first time, Ned and Tom had a glimpse of the hut. It stood away from the others, and was easy to pick out in daylight, but even the darkness offered no handicap to Tomba. "Right over him now," he suddenly called, as he leaned out of the pilot house window, and looked down. "Right over place. Oh, Tomba glad when he see Missy an' Massy!"
When Tomba came to himself again, after a few moments, he found the youth in Uncle Sam's Army uniform leaning over him. "I have the creese, Tomba," warned Overton. "You can guess what a sound or a move that is not permitted will mean to you!" To do his courage full justice, Tomba showed himself no coward. "You have the upper hand, Señor Sergente. But it will do you no good."
"In the event of an attempted rescue, Corporal, direct your men that they are to shoot the two prisoners at the first sign of an attempt at rescue." Tomba heard Hyman give the order, and spoke in a low tone to Cerverra. Both rascals thereupon looked disconcerted. "You have your instructions, Sergeant Terry," continued Hal Overton. "March the guard, Corporal Hyman."
It is too late now to save yourself by promising what I would have wanted of you." "I don't intend to serve you and your rascal friends at any price at least, I haven't yet come to that decision," Hal added, in a more conciliatory tone. "However, I am curious." "Curiosity can do you no good now," retorted Tomba softly, with a shrug of his shoulders.
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