He faced the foe again, and from a pocket brought forth a second
automatic.
"Not for nothing was I called the best shot in the northwest," he said
quietly.
Hal's idea in not waiting to assist in the flight of the others,
McKenzie knew on the instant. The list they had risked so much to get
must be taken from German territory at all hazards. McKenzie knew,
too, that Chester and Stubbs were simply following instructions when
they also fled. It was every man for himself. A German bullet
whistled close to the Canadian.
"Well," he said quietly, "I'll get a few of you before you drop me."
He faced his foes unflinchingly.
CHAPTER XII
SAFE AT LAST
McKenzie's arms went up again -- not shoulder high -- just to his
hips. For McKenzie, in his early days, had been reckoned in the
Canadian northwest as the most deadly shot in the country. He fired
from his hips and aimed by instinct and not by sight.
Each automatic flashed once and two more of the foe fell to the
ground. McKenzie staggered a bit as a German bullet plowed into his
shoulder.
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