But he reached for his automatic and brought it forth.
"Stop!" he roared.

"Turn out the guard!" Bang! bang! Two bullets whizzed by Tom's head.

Prescott fired three shots instantly, one of them taking effect, for the German officer went to earth and lay there, his pistol now silent.
From behind the hangar several members of the guard came rushing from their tents.

By the time they were in front of the hangar they could shoot only by guess, and might hit their own comrades in the troop camp.

So they fired into the air, wildly, rapidly.
So much shooting was bound to rouse the troop camp, and did.
The sentries came out on the jump.