Suddenly a voice behind exclaimed, "Who is that ?" The sentry was in the act of turning round, when Dick sprang upon him, and grasped him by the throat.

No cry came from the man's lips, but the gun fell from his grasp, as he clutched convulsively at Dick's wrists, and went off as it fell.
"Pick it up," Dick shouted, "and run." He released his grip from the man's throat, snatched the bandolier from his shoulder, and, tripping his feet from under him, threw him heavily to the ground, and then turned to run.
The whole had occupied but a few seconds, but as he started a soldier ran out from the hut, shouting loudly.

He had a gun in his hand.

Dick changed his mind, turned, threw himself upon him, wrenched the gun from his hold, and, as the man staggered back, struck him with his right hand under the chin.
The man fell back through the open door, as if shot.

Dick seized the handle and closed it, and then ran, at full speed, towards the foot of the steps.