Part 2 (1/2)

Dan Daly was moving along like one in a dream.

By this time he had reached the door which still stood open.

”Pa.s.s through,” cried the stranger in a commanding tone.

Instantly Dan did so.

”And me?” asked the officer.

”You will stay where you are.”

”And yourself, senor, where shall I find you?” asked the officer, sarcastically.

”That you will know when you discover me!” answered the stranger, defiantly.

With these words he grasped the Spanish officer by the shoulders, and using all his strength to throw him backwards, sending him with such force to the ground that he rolled many yards.

Then like lightning he dashed through the doorway, closing the door behind him, instantly.

Bang! Bang!

A volley of bullets came, burying themselves in the wood.

They were too late to do any damage, for the door was closed before the soldiers fired.

”Now, Dan Daly,” said the stranger, ”if you value your life, follow me.”

”Young Glory!” cried the Irishman, astounded.

”And who else did you think it was?” retorted Young Glory, as he led the way through the garden.

CHAPTER II.

FLYING FOR THEIR LIVES--A BOLD EXPEDIENT.

Behind, a furious rush was being made at the door.

Even if this did not give way, it was an easy matter to scale the wall.

So Dan Daly and Young Glory had no time to lose.

”Friends of yours live here?” questioned Dan.

”No, no! Don't talk, but look about you!”

A narrow pa.s.sage led to the side of the house, and as the fugitives reached it, a man stood in their way.

”You cannot pa.s.s,” he said.

”But we do,” retorted Young Glory, bounding forward, and giving the man a furious blow in the face with his fist. Down he went like a log.