CHAPTER XVII.
OUT OF THE DUNGEON.
The furious Spaniard came in like some wild beast, fairly gnashing his teeth and snarling to himself in his rage.
Clif had but a moment, but he was quick to think; he sprang back to his old position, slipping his feet into the iron ring and putting his hands behind him.
And Ignacio never noticed any difference, in fact he did not look at Clif until he had set down the lantern and shut the heavy door.
He turned the key again and then faced about; touching low and muttering to himself, he stole swiftly across the floor.
And his gleaming eyes flashed into Clif's face.
"Yankee!" he hissed, "I am back. Do you hear me? Ha, ha!"
As if to make sure that he heard him he struck him once more across the face.