he came in sight, all out of breath with running. "Where is he?" he asked quickly.
"Up above!" I called back. "Look out, or Ramon Delverez may fire at you!"
"Is that rascally Spaniard around?"
"He is, and has Dan in his power—on the cliff above."
"He shan't hurt Dan!" ejaculated Oliver, and ran for the path leading to the upper cliff. Seeing this I went with him, and we reached the vicinity together.
Ramon Delverez heard us coming evidently, for as we advanced he retreated. We caught a brief glance of him between the trees, and then he was gone.
"Shall we follow him up?" cried Oliver.
"Let us find out about Dan first," I answered.
Dan was just coming to his senses, and would have fallen over the cliff had I not caught him and dragged him back.
"Oh, my head!" he moaned. "Where is Delverez?"
"Gone."
"He wanted to—to"
"I know all about it, Dan. Here, let me bind up the wound. It doesn't seem to be such a severe one, after all." And it wasn't, although poor Dan felt sore over it for several days after his adventure.
