CHAPTER VI.
SHOT BY A LAND BATTERY.
In the midst of Zamora’s excitement, he evidently designed to kill Captain Diavolo, for he had his hand on the pirate’s windpipe and choked him until he was blue in the face.
“Tell me where Leon is,” the Mexican kept panting, furiously. “Tell me what you have done with my child!”
“Let go!” hoarsely gasped the pirate. “I’ll tell nothing.”
“Separate them, boys,” said Frank to his friends.
Barney and Pomp carried out this order with great difficulty, as the two fighters resented their interference.
They finally dragged Zamora away, however, and Barney exclaimed, in wrathy tones:
“Kape sthill, ye dago! D’yer want to chate ther hangman out av a beautiful job?”
“Let me get at him!” panted Zamora, furiously.
“Whoa!” roared Pomp. “Mild up dar, Bolivar! Don’ want no funerals heah. Sit down dar, or we’ll make yo’!”