I raised my clenched fist.
Spat!
It took him squarely between the eyes, and felled him to the ground like a log.
"A spy—a spy!" he yelled, as he was falling.
Cap heard the cry.
Toward the door he came flying, drawing his revolver on the way.
But I was not slow in taking advantage of my opportunity, and seizing and turning the knob, I flung open the door and bounded out into the darkness.
Fearing pursuit, and knowing myself to be in a mighty hard neighborhood, where every man I might chance to meet would be more likely friends of the pirates than friends of mine, I dashed around the old building and flung myself down in a place of hiding.
I heard a door open on that side of the building, only a few seconds later.
The person who emerged was Dick Stanton, the false detective.