The Spaniard was on his feet again, and was coming at Young Glory. He had a dagger in his hand, and on his face was the look of a wild animal.
Young Glory was unarmed now, and it seemed as if he was a doomed man.
"There is time to kill him, or to fire the ship yet!" muttered Manuel as he dashed forward.
The fuse was extinct, so there was no danger from that. Young Glory stood ready to spring aside when Manuel made his attack, for it was his only chance.
"This time you shall die!" hissed Manuel, glaring at his enemy.
Young Glory saw the weapon flash in the air, and as it descended he jumped out of the way. It was only safety for a moment though, for Manuel, agile as a cat, turned on him and with the speed of lightning thrust again.
There was a rush of feet.
"Young Glory! Young Glory!"
"Here!"
Bang!