“Resistance avails you naught,” he said. “Be sensible, my pretty señorita; agree to what I say.”
Terror clutched her now; whimpering, she crouched at the end of the fireplace.
“Even death is denied me!” she cried. “Is there no escape?”
“None, señorita, except by becoming my bride.”
“Never that—renegade, murderer, traitor! If, in all the wide world, there was but one honest man to aid me now——”
A deep voice interrupted from a corner of the room:
“Command me, señorita!”
CHAPTER XXIII
LOVE IN DARKNESS
The hand of the girl’s tormentor flew to the hilt of his poniard as he whirled toward the sound. Anita gave a cry of relief and gladness, and then stared with bulging eyes toward the corner.
An aperture had appeared in the wall there, and Captain Fly-by-Night was standing just before it, bowing.