Losing not an instant Dick sprang upon him with the bound of a panther.
There was no outcry, for Dick's fingers sought and found the fellow's throat, encircling it.

Wrenching the enemy soldier off his balance, Prescott laid him low, the man's bayoneted rifle falling across his body.
It was Dick's eyes that said, "Ready, Tom!" Reade hesitated for a second or so, then struck the prostrate, choking enemy between the eyes.

It was a fearful blow, and the man collapsed.
"One down, but we must get the other!" Dick whispered sternly.
They stole forward along the side of the building, Dick in the lead.

Peeping around the corner he saw the sentry almost finishing the nearer end of his post.

Back came Prescott's head like a shot.