Only the German seemed to have any suspicion concerning those in the boat.
When the launch was within about half a dozen yards, he spoke again.
'You there, Englishman, stand up!' he ordered sharply. 'You, I mean, the
one who speaks German.'
Captain Carrington rose leisurely to his feet.
'You will be the first to pay for treachery,' said the German fiercely.
'Put your hands up.'
Ken quivered. To him it sounded as though his father's death warrant had
been sounded. At the first sign of attack the German would shoot him. Yet
he had his orders, and he dared not move.
It seemed an age before he felt a slight jar. It was the launch touching
the boat.
'What's under that tarpaulin?' came the sharp question from the German.
Crack! Crack! Two shots rang out simultaneously. There was a scream and
the sound of a heavy splash.
Ken waited no longer. Like a flash he flung aside the tarpaulin, and
leaped to his feet. The German was gone, he was struggling in the water
and one of their own men was lying writhing in the bottom of the boat.
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