From the edge of the crowd, at the side nearest Chester and Jean, the
stillness was suddenly shattered by the sharp crack of an automatic, and
a soldier who stood before the President of France toppled in his tracks.
Another stepped into his place, and the President was safe.
But, with the crack of the revolver the great crowd became a wild,
howling mob. Shrieks, screams and cries of anger filled the air, and as a
single man the crowd swooped upon the spot where a tall man with a
smoking revolver in his hand was attempting to make his escape.
Chester, who had been prepared for the shot, sprang forward upon the
instant, with Jean but a step behind him. Through the crowd they were
forced to fight their way, but eventually they came to the edge of it,
only to find that Duval, for such they were sure the would-be assassin
was, had fought his way out and fled.
But, as the Apache chief ran, the crowd dashed after him. Chester now
had his school days to thank for the fact that he was more fleet of
foot than the others of the crowd.
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