TWO TO THE RESCUE.
As friend and foe alike bore down on him, Hal saw Chester raise himself.
He got to his knees, struggled to his feet, staggered, and then fell
back again.
The Germans rushing toward the lad numbered twenty--Hal counted them.
They were approaching the prostrate form of the lad as rapidly as they
could, afoot. But Alexis was nearer, and it was evident that he would
reach the lad first.
The giant Cossack covered the intervening space with long bounds, going
at a speed of which Hal had not deemed him capable.
And now, as he came close to Chester, a second form bounded after him.
There was a flash of a hairy body as Marquis leaped forward and set out
after Alexis. He came up with the latter before he reached Chester, and
they came to the lad's body together.
In the meantime, Hal and Stephan kept up a steady fire with their
rifles, pouring a hail of bullets in the direction of the advancing
Germans. One man fell, but the others dashed on.
At this point Hal made a startling discovery. The magazine of his weapon
was empty and he had not another cartridge. At the same moment Stephan
fired his last remaining shot. Hal sprang forward and seized the weapon
Alexis had thrown down when he dashed to Chester's aid. It was empty.
The lad uttered a cry of dismay, and turned his eyes. The two still had
their revolvers, but the distance was too great for a pistol bullet.
Alexis, having reached Chester's side, knelt and raised the lad's head
to his knee. Hurriedly he drew his canteen and poured a little water
down his throat. Chester looked up into the Cossack's face and smiled
feebly. Alexis tried to place him upon his feet, but the lad was too
weak to stand.
A fierce growl from Marquis, who had been standing guard over the two,
with bared fangs and bristling back, called Alexis to more serious work.
The Germans, apparently fearing nothing at the hands of one man, a
wounded boy and a dog, had come within fifty feet without firing a shot
at the trio. Now, as they approached closer, the leader of the band
called out: "You are my prisoners!"
Without waiting to reply, Alexis leaped toward them. His sword flashed
from his scabbard and whirled aloft even as he jumped. He was among the
enemy before they realized what had happened.
The suddenness of the giant's spring stood him in good stead. Before a
rifle or a revolver could be brought to bear on the huge form, Alexis
had come to such close quarters with his foes as to prevent the use of
firearms. The German leader did draw his revolver, but the melee was so
fierce and men were tangled up so that he was unable to fire for fear of
hitting one of his own men.
To the right, to the left, and straight ahead darted the fiery sword of
the giant Cossack. The Germans gave back before the very savageness of
this attack, but Alexis kept close in among them, for while he was
fighting mad, he was still cool enough to realize that his hope of life
lay in his keeping in the center of the enemy.
Before the thrust of the angry sword three men fell. The blades of the
others who encircled him hissed above his head, flashed by his side, but
his single weapon so far had formed a perfect barrier. Not a thrust or a
slash had passed it. Ten swords clashed against the giant's blade at
once. With a quick move, he swept them all aside, and with a quick
thrust disposed of another of the enemy.
With a rapid spring forward he avoided the weapons that would have been
buried in his back by his foes in the rear, and sweeping his sword
around his head with such rapidity that he seemed a circle of fire, for
a moment he cleared a space around him.
But in that instant the German officer brought his revolver to bear and
fired.
Alexis had perceived this move out of the tail of his eye and, leaping
straight forward into the midst of the foe once more, escaped the
bullet.
Whirling his sword about his head, the Cossack spun on his heel. The
guard of the German soldiers was not strong enough to ward off this
terrible blow. Two swords went spinning in the air, and Alexis' weapon,
sweeping through one of the enemy, also cut down another. But again the
Cossack had left an opening for the officer's pistol, and the latter was
not slow to take advantage of it.
Slowly he raised his weapon and took careful aim. He had determined not
to miss this time. His finger tightened on the trigger, and----
Aid came from an unexpected source.
Marquis, who, up to this instant, had remained alert over Chester, had
not taken a hand in the battle. His eyes fastened at this moment on the
German officer, his canine intelligence told him as clearly as words
that his giant friend stood at death's door. With one fierce growl, he
sprang from Chester's side, and leaped upon the German officer from
behind, even as the latter pressed the trigger. The officer's aim had
been deflected, and the bullet passed over Alexis' head.
The German turned upon this new assailant with an imprecation. His hand
went to his holster in an attempt to draw his second revolver. But
Marquis was prepared for this move. His teeth met in the officer's hand
and the latter yelled with pain.
Marquis released his hold and sprang straight at his enemy's throat. The
latter was thrown from his feet by the force of this attack, and in
falling his head came in contact with the sharp barrel of his revolver,
knocking him unconscious.
Marquis, now having entered the battle, had no thought of leaving Alexis
to fight it out alone. Once in the fight, he was there to stay. He
sprang forward and leaped upon a German soldier who at that moment would
have plunged his sword into Alexis' defenseless back. The man gave a
choking cry as the teeth of the dog found lodgment in the back of his
neck and he was borne to the ground.
And still the giant Cossack, with herculean strength and unbelievable
prowess, was fighting his assailants. A sword had pierced him through
the left hand, another had scratched his cheek and a third had struck
him in the right shoulder. But still, unmindful of these wounds, he
fought on with the same determination and courage as before.
Marquis, having dragged the man off his back, Alexis plunged into the
midst of his enemies anew. Two more were pierced through and through by
the quick and mighty thrusts of the powerful arm. Another dropped with a
bleeding head, as Alexis caught him squarely with a quick back-handed
blow just in time to avoid the point of the other's weapon.
Now there were but eight Germans left, and these leaped quickly
backward, thinking to put enough distance between them to allow them to
draw the revolvers. But Alexis gave them no time for this. Springing
after them as they turned to flee, he cut two more down with mighty
strokes. Then the others scattered. The Cossack sprang after one and
disposed of him before he could draw his pistol, but the others now had
had time to get their guns.
A bullet struck Alexis in the right shoulder, but he did not even
stagger. He rushed quickly upon one of his enemies, who stood with a
revolver pointed squarely at him, his finger on the trigger. There was a
sharp report, followed instantly by another and the German fell to the
ground with a bullet in his head. Alexis sprang out of the cloud of
smoke unharmed.
This time the Cossack had been saved from death by the hand of Chester.
The lad having recovered sufficiently to take in the scene about him,
had staggered to his feet, thinking to go to the aid of his companion.
But he was so weak he could not stand. Then, seeing the revolver dropped
by the German officer, he had crawled toward it. At last he reached it,
and he had just time to aim and fire before the man who had drawn a bead
on Alexis could pull the trigger.
There remained but four Germans on their feet, and these, having
witnessed the mighty prowess of the giant Cossack, turned to flee. But
Alexis was after them in a flash. His blood was up, and though bleeding
in a dozen different places, he had no mind to quit the battle until the
last of his enemies had been laid low.
But the fleeing Germans, unfortunately for them, had turned their faces
in the wrong direction. Hal and Stephan, who had been struck spellbound
by the terrible fighting of their friend and brother, saw the four men
coming toward them, weapons in hand, with Alexis in hot pursuit. Quickly
they aimed and fired. At this distance a miss was impossible. Two
Germans staggered in their stride, reeled, and dropped over backward.
The others halted, appalled by the forgotten presence of this new enemy.
The stop was unfortunate for them. Alexis bore down on them like an
avenger, and close on his heels came Marquis. The Germans hesitated,
then started to run. It was too late.
Alexis' mighty sword cut down one before he had taken a dozen steps. The
other, bewildered, and not knowing which way to turn, threw down his
weapons and raised his hands in token of surrender.
Alexis, however, did not perceive this move. The light of battle still
flashed in his eyes, and he could see nothing but glittering swords and
shining revolver muzzles. His upraised sword would have split the head
of the German, had not Hal, stepping forward quickly, caught the blow
upon his own weapon.
"Alexis!" he cried sharply.
The giant paused and looked around as one in a dream. Then he slowly
raised his sword, gazed at the lad blankly for a few seconds, spun twice
around and fell forward on his face. He had swooned.
Stephan leaped forward, and from his canteen poured water over the face
of his brother. Knowing that the giant was in good hands, Hal dashed
forward to where Chester still lay, having fallen back after firing the
one shot. The prisoner, now unguarded, took to his heels and was soon
out of range.
"Are you badly hurt, Chester?" asked Hal, anxiously, bending over his
friend.
"I feel pretty weak," was Chester's reply. "But I don't believe I am
seriously hurt. A bullet must have grazed my temple, and the force of
the shock put me out. But say! Isn't Alexis a terrible fighter?"
"I should say he is," answered Hal. "I don't believe anyone ever saw
such fighting before. Certainly not since the days of Hereward."
Hal assisted Chester to his feet and, supporting him by an encircling
arm, led the way to where even now Alexis, having received first aid
treatment at the hands of his brother, was sitting up and gazing about
somewhat vacantly.
Chester spoke to the big Cossack.
"I owe my life to you," he said simply. "I shall never forget it."
"That's all right," replied Alexis. "I remember now. It was quite a
fight, wasn't it? But I remember once when I was attacked by----"
His voice died away, and he sank to the ground again.
His friends bent over him anxiously, and Hal placed a hand over his
heart. It was beating regularly while his deep and regular breathing
proclaimed his condition.
"He is sleeping," said Hal quietly.