Chapter Fifteen
As soon as he felt the strength of the man, Jack knew he could not remove the arm that threatened to strangle him. Although his instincts told him to grab the constricting limb, Jack reached under the pillow for his revolver. He found it with his left hand, pressed it against the strangler’s body and pressed the trigger.
The shot sounded loud in the silence of the night, and the strangler stiffened without releasing his grip. Jack fired again, aware that the second man had run to escape. He felt the strangler slump to the ground and followed the second man outside the tent.
“Sir!” Donnelly appeared in his trousers and shirt, with his rifle in his hand. “What’s the shooting? Are you all right?”
“Get that man!” Jack shouted, pointing into the darkness.
Donnelly dashed aw
