And then came the scratching sound of a hand running along the wall. He was feeling for him!
And a moment later Clif gave an involuntary cry as he felt the hand touch his face.
Perfectly motionless and paralyzed he sat and fancied what might be going on in the blackness after that. He felt, the hand pass downward along his body, felt it fumbling at the manacles that bound his ankles to the wall of the cell.
Then to his surprise, his consternation, he heard a key softly turned.
What happened then almost took away his breath.
The iron fell off.
He was loose!
"Can he be going to take me elsewhere?" Clif gasped.
But he nerved himself for one thing; gathered his muscles for it. Before Ignacio secured him again he would get a kick, one that would almost kill him.
Eagerly Clif waited, to see what would happen next.