CHAPTER XXVI.
THE FIGHT IN THE OFFICES.
"Longley, look out!"
Such was the cry which broke from my lips, as I leaped to my feet.
At the same moment, I picked up a chair standing near and hurled it at the arm thrust through the window bars with all my might.
By pure good luck my aim was true, and the seat of the chair struck the Spaniard's hand such a smart blow that he gave a howl of pain, dropped stick and dagger, and fell back out of sight.
"What is the matter?" came from Longley, as he scrambled up from under the articles just mentioned. At the same time Dan and Matt Gory also arose.
"The window—a Spaniard wanted to knife you," I answered, and turned up the light.
"This is the worst yet," said the clerk, as he picked up the stick and examined the weapon fastened to it. "By thunder! Ramon Delveraz!"
"Ramon Delveraz! What do you mean by that?" queried Dan.
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