On the other hand, he
told himself, if he retained his freedom, he would be able to help
Jack later perhaps.
Suddenly he carromed into a man running toward the house. Both
rebounded from the contact. Bob saw the other was a Mexican with a
rifle. Quick as thought, he lashed out with his right fist and caught
the soldier on the point of the jaw. Totally unprepared for this
attack, the man went down as if shot.
Bob ran on at redoubled speed, burst through the screen of trees, and
dashed across the landing field toward his airplane. He had no
definite idea as to what course to pursue. He and Jack, of course, had
counted upon the possibility of Jack's being discovered. In that case,
when he heard the alarm, Bob--supposedly sticking by his airplane--was
to have flown away.
There were shouts behind him. Evidently his soldier victim had
recovered. Perhaps, even, Muller had suspected the truth, namely, that
if Jack were not Morales the aviator who had brought him was not Von
Arnheim. In that case, Muller would be on his trail and he would have
no time to lose.
What should he do?
The shouts behind him were not repeated. Perhaps, after all, his
identity was not yet suspected and he was not pursued.
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