CHAPTER XVI.
IN THE DUNGEON VAULTS.
Ignacio was a horrible object to contemplate at that moment, and it was but little wonder that Clif turned sick and faint as he watched him.
The man seemed fairly turned into a devil then. He seemed insane. He was alone, absolutely alone, with his victim. And no one under heaven could stop him. He had the key himself! And he had his prisoner iron-bound and helpless!
For several moments the man fairly danced about the place, yelling as if to prove to his hated foe that there was no care for anything any more.
And then suddenly he made a leap at him.
He crouched in front of him until his gleaming eyes shone into his face, and his hot breath could be felt. His claw-like fingers he seemed scarcely able to keep away from Clif.
"Yankee!" he hissed, in a wild voice. "Yankee, do you know where you are?"