CHAPTER XI.
ON THE WAY TO MAUI.
For the moment after I made my terrible discovery, my tongue clove to the roof of my mouth and I could not utter a sound.
I saw that poor Dan had been struck over the head, for the blood was streaming over his cheek and down his chin. His struggle to get away from his enemy was but a feeble one at the best.
"Drop him!" I yelled at last, in hoarse tones. "Drop him, Delverez!"
The Spaniard looked down and started in dismay upon sight of me. "Americano!" he muttered. "Why you come here?" he questioned.
"Let him alone!" I continued. "Don't you dare to throw him over, or as sure as my name is Mark Carter you shall hang for it!"
"He shall suffer for his treatment of me!" hissed the Spaniard. "I know how he and you and that Raymond went to Señor Palmer and spoke against me."
"We told only the truth. Now let him go."
"I will not," and Ramon Delverez stepped closer to the edge of the cliff than ever.
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