thrown about his neck and his
pistol jerked from its holster. He gave a cry of fright and warning,
and his men turned to see a half-naked white man holding their leader
securely from behind and aiming a pistol at them over his shoulder.

"Drop those guns!" came in short, sharp syllables and perfect German
from the lips of the newcomer. "Drop them or I'll put a bullet through
the back of von Schoenvorts' head."

The Germans hesitated for a moment, looking first toward von
Schoenvorts and then to Schwartz, who was evidently second in command,
for orders.

"It's the English pig, Bradley," shouted the latter, "and he's
alone--go and get him!"

"Go yourself," growled Plesser. Hindle moved close to the side of
Plesser and whispered something to him. The latter nodded. Suddenly
von Schoenvorts wheeled about and seized Bradley's pistol arm with both
hands, "Now!" he shouted. "Come and take him, quick!"

Schwartz and three others leaped forward; but Plesser and Hindle held
back, looking questioningly toward the English prisoners. Then Plesser
spoke. "Now is your chance, Englander," he called in low tones.
"Seize Hindle and me and take our guns from us--we will not fight hard."

Olson and Brady were not long in acting upon the suggestion. They had
seen enough of the brutal treatment von Schoenvorts accorded his men
and the especially venomous attentions he had taken great enjoyment in
according Plesser and Hindle to understand that these two might be
sincere in a desire for revenge. In another moment the two Germans
were unarmed and Olson and Brady were running to the support of
Bradley; but already it seemed too late.

Von Schoenvorts had managed to drag the Englishman around so that his
back was toward Schwartz and the other advancing Germans. Schwartz was
almost upon Bradley with gun clubbed and ready to smash down upon the
Englishman's skull. Brady and Olson were charging the Germans in the
rear with Wilson, Whitely, and Sinclair supporting them with bare
fists. It seemed that Bradley was doomed when, apparently out of
space, an arrow whizzed, striking Schwartz in the side, passing
half-way through his body to crumple him to earth. With a shriek the
man fell, and at the same time Olson and Brady saw the slim figure of a
young girl standing at the edge of the jungle coolly fitting another
arrow to her bow.

Bradley had now succeeded in wrestling his arm free from von
Schoenvorts' grip and in dropping t