“A short cut, señor. A short cut to the Gran’ Plaza. We be there soon now.”
“Well, let’s hurry up and get out of this, quick,” said Nat; “I don’t much like——”
Smash!
Something struck the young Motor Ranger on the back of the head. He extended his arms helplessly, and plunged dizzily forward, collapsing in a heap on the pavement.
At the same instant two figures glided from a doorway and joined a third, the one who had struck Nat the blow that felled him.
“Good work, Manuello,” said the voice of Captain Lawless. “Pick him up and help us carry him in.”
CHAPTER XIII.
SOUTH AMERICAN JUSTICE.
Aided by the rascally guide, who had been employed for the express purpose of decoying Nat, the three men carried the lad’s limp form into the doorway. Inside they ascended a steep flight of stairs, and at length arrived in a room on the upper story.
A lamp was smoking and flaring on a table, which, besides one chair, appeared to be all the furniture there was in the place.