Some one else was coming into the cell!
And with one rush the true state of affairs swept over Clif.
"This isn't Ignacio!" he panted.
And a moment later he received proof positive of that fact. For again the hand stole down his arms and there came a couple of quick slashing cuts that hurt his wrists more than the ropes.
But seconds were precious then. In one of them Clif's hands were free.
And his pulses leaped as he felt the knife thrust into his palm. He clutched it, and he heard one word whispered—in English:
"Fight!"
And then the dark figure stole swiftly over to the other side of the cell. It was at the same instant that the door was opened and the light of a lantern flashed in.
It was Ignacio returning!