CHAPTER XXV.
RAMON DELVEREZ TRIES TO MAKE TERMS.
For the instant after he appeared I did not recognize Ramon Delverez. When I had met him before he had been dressed as a high-toned Spanish gentleman; now his clothing was rough and shabby, and he had not had a shave for some time.
"Ha, so we meet again!" he said, in his grating tones. "It is a great pleasure," and he smiled sarcastically.
"You had better let us go, if you wish to keep out of more trouble, Delverez," said Oliver, as calmly as he could.
"Oh, I will let you go," smiled the Spaniard. "But not yet—oh, no; not yet."
"What do you intend to do with us?" I asked.
"That will be decided later. Bah! you I care nothing about," he went on; "but you, and you"—tapping Dan and Oliver with his foot—"you are the ones I will deal with."
"You thought it was a smart thing to ransack our baggage," I continued.
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