"I mean there's something wrong," Muller said.
Muller still had no suspicion that the man before him was other than
he pretended to be. Merely he was trying to pry into a matter that had
aroused his curiosity. Jack, however, thought he was on the eve of
being discovered, and was alarmed.
At this moment Bob, skirting a clump of bushes on the lawn below, came
in sight of the two figures and halted.
He saw Jack wrench his arm from the other's grasp and turn to stride
away. He saw the other raise an arm as if to stay Jack. And he saw the
movement flip Jack's low-pulled hat from his head. It was accidental,
but to Jack and Bob--the actor and the observer in this little
drama--it seemed to be by intent. It is possible Jack still might have
saved the day, had he stooped quickly, recovered his hat and clapped
it on again before Muller could have seen his features.
As it was, however, Jack thought he was discovered. And he turned to
deal with Muller. Then, in truth, he _was_ discovered. Muller cried
out in amazement. Then Jack landed a stinging blow on the mouth which
sent the young German toppling to the marble pave.
At Muller's shout, several rebel sentries, who had been snoozing in
the shadows beside the palace, instead of mounting guard, were
startled into instant wakefulness.
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