But, just before he reached the bushes there was a shout from above, a flash, a loud report.
A bullet sang over Fred's head, and the next moment the garden was alive with rushing, shouting men, ablaze with flashing points of electric light.

They tried to hide in the shrubbery.

But in vain.

At this last moment, when Fred's plan had seemed sure of success, disaster had come--for some German officer, going on the roof, had been just in time to see the rope and spoil everything with his chance shot!.