CHAPTER XX
THE BATTLE
Meanwhile, inside the cabin young Cutlip was facing the Germans coolyenough. He rose to his feet as the door opened and the first German stuckhis head inside. The latter surveyed the interior rapidly, and seeing asingle figure there, advanced quickly, gun in hand.
"Oho! It's the boy," he said in clumsy English. "And where is yourfather?"
"I don't know," answered the boy. "He went away."
"But did he get the food?"
Cutlip motioned to the sacks of provisions on the floor.
"Good!" said the German, rubbing his hands.
He returned his revolver to his belt and motioned his two companions toenter. They closed the door behind them.
"You have told no one of our presence here?" asked the first German, as hestooped over to examine the sacks.
"No."
"How about your father?"
"He has told no one, either."
"It is well. For if you had, we would kill you now."
Young Cutlip said nothing, but he knew by the hard look in the man's eyesthat he told the truth. In spite of the fact that the boy knew he was ingrave peril, he was perfectly cool.
He sat down again as the Germans passed from sack to sack, examining thecontents. At last the first man stood up and faced the boy.
"Your father, by chance, didn't say anything about pay for this food, didhe?" he asked.
"No," returned Cutlip.
The German grinned.
"Guess he knew it wouldn't do much good," he said. "Well, men, let's rollthis stuff outside."
Again the men bent over the sacks.
At that moment there came a shot from without, followed by a volley. Onthe instant young Cutlip leaped to his feet, rushed to the door, threw itopen and dashed outside.
There he was right in the midst of the Germans. But the latter were toobusy and too surprised to pay any attention to him at that moment. Theyhad wheeled at the first volley from the woods, and had turned their ownweapons against the trees on three sides of the cabin.
Two or three of their number had gone down at the first fire, and theywere almost demoralized, so sudden and unexpected was the attack.Consequently, young Cutlip had time almost to get clear of the enemy. Infact, by quick dodging, he did get beyond them.
Out the door now rushed the three Germans in the cabin, apparently incommand of the men without. One issued harsh orders, and the Germansdropped to the ground, thus making much smaller targets.
Frank, as he sprang forward from among the trees, saw young Cutlip throwopen the door and dash out. Frank ran toward him despite the fact that hewas charging the enemy almost single-handed. But he knew that the boy wasin danger through no fault of the lad's own, and that he must beprotected.
"Here, Cutlip!" he called.
The boy ran toward him.
Frank, a revolver in each hand, stopped and awaited the lad's approach.
Two Germans raised their rifles to shoot Cutlip down. Frank's eye caughtthe glint of the steel in the darkness. His revolvers spoke sharply twice,and Cutlip came on unharmed.
A bullet sang past Frank's right ear, another grazed his left. Morebullets began to sing by him. Cutlip stumbled forward, and sheathing onerevolver, Frank caught him by the hand.
"Run!" he cried.
Cutlip needed no further urging. Together he and Frank sped for theshelter of the woods, which they reached safely and threw themselves onthe ground as a rain of bullets passed overhead.
"Close shave, son," said Frank.
Young Cutlip was trembling, but he was not afraid.
"Give me a gun," he cried. "I can pick off a few of 'em."
But Frank shook his head.
"You've done your part," he said. "Now you get away from here until weclean these fellows up."
Frank circled among the trees until he came into the midst of his own menagain. These were still peppering away at the enemy from among the treesand the Germans, lying on the ground, were returning the fire.
"We're wasting too much time here," Frank told himself.
He looked across to where Lieutenant Hetherton and his men were alsoblazing away at the foe.
"Forward men!" cried Frank suddenly. "Charge!"
The British tars under Frank's command went forward with a wild yell.Seeing their companions dashing across the open, the forces commanded byLieutenant Hetherton and the sailor Hennessy also broke from the trees andcharged.
The Germans poured several sharp volleys into the attackers, then threwdown their arms.
"Kamerad! Kamerad!" came the cry.
"Cease firing!" Frank shouted.
Silence reigned after the noise of the battle.
"Take charge of those men, Mr. Hetherton," said Frank quietly, "but becareful how you approach. I don't trust 'em. I'll keep 'em covered."
Lieutenant Hetherton ordered his men to make prisoners of the Germans.
There came a sudden interruption.
The three Germans who had been in the cabin, as though by a prearrangedplan, suddenly dashed back into the little building and flung to the doorbefore they could be stopped.
"Never mind," said Frank, "remove the others, Mr. Hetherton. We'll attendto the men inside later."
From the window of the cabin there came a sharp crack. A bullet zipped byFrank's ear, but the lad did not flinch. He moved his position and saw theGerman prisoners marched to the rear.
"Now," he said, "we'll have to get those fellows inside. First, however,we'll give them a chance."
He raised his voice in a shout.
"What do you want?" came the response from the cabin.
"You are outnumbered ten to one," said Frank. "Come out and surrender. Wedon't want to kill you."
"Come and take us," was the sneering response.
"Don't be fools," called Frank. "We're sure to get you."
"Well, I'll get you first," came a sharp cry.
Frank stepped back and none too quickly, for a bullet passed through thespace where his head had been a moment before.
"If you must have it, all right," the lad muttered. He turned to his men."I want ten volunteers to go with me," he said quietly.
Every man stepped forward.
Frank smiled.
"Sorry I can't use you all, men," he said. "But ten will be enough.Gregory, step forward."
A sailor a short distance away did so.
"Now, Gregory," said Frank, "you pick nine more men and bring them here."
This was the work of only a moment, and the men surrounded Frank. For amoment the lad surveyed the cabin. They were now out of the line of firefrom the window on that side and consequently safe. It would be possible,Frank knew, to tire the Germans out, but he had no mind for such slowmethods. He addressed his men.
"Two of you," he said, "break in the door with your rifle butts. We'llcover you from either side."
Two men stepped forward and the others stationed themselves on either sideof the stout door. Frank called to Lieutenant Hetherton.
"Guard all the windows," he shouted. "Don't let them get away."
The door began to tremble under the blows of the two sailors. Directlythere was a crash as it fell inward.
Now, although this had been no part of Frank's plans, the minute the doorcrashed in, the two sailors reversed their rifles and sprang over thethreshold.
"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The rifles of the three Germans within and the two British sailors spokealmost as one. One of the tars crumpled up in the doorway, while one ofthe Germans also threw up his hands and slid to the floor.
With wild shouts of anger, the other sailors surged forward and pouredthrough the door in spite of German bullets, which now flew so fast thataccurate aim was impossible.
Frank dashed forward with the others. Down went the second German, leavingbut one alive. Frank found himself face to face with the latter.
"Stand back, men," he called.
The sailors obeyed.
In one hand the German gripped a revolver, but Frank held this arm withhis left hand and straightened it high above the German's head. Thus theGerman was unable to bring his revolver to bear on the lad.
Nevertheless, his left arm was still free, and he struck Frank a heavyblow in the stomach with his fist. The pain was severe and Frank loosenedhis hold on the man's revolver arm. With a cry of triumph, the Germandeliberately lowered his revolver.
Frank, having dropped one of his revolvers, was in a bad way. True, asecond was in his belt, but it did not appear that he had time to draw andfire before the German's finger pressed the trigger.
But now came an action on the lad's part that proved his right to becalled an expert with the revolver--an action that often had bewilderedJack and aroused his envy.
So quickly that the eye could not follow the movement, Frank dropped hishand to his belt, whipped out his revolver, and without taking aim, fired.
A fraction of a second later there was a second report, as the German,with Frank's bullet already in his shoulder, pressed the trigger, almostinvoluntarily. But ere he fired, Frank had dropped to the floor and thebullet passed harmlessly overhead.
Frank rose quietly.
"Bind him men," he said simply. "He's not badly hurt. He'll probably liveto face the gallows. Where is young Cutlip? Has anyone seen the boy?"
"Here he is, sir," answered the boy himself, and came forward. "And willyou release my father now, sir?"
"As soon as we return to the ship," replied Frank. "Come, men."
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