Brandon of the Engineers

Dick understood. It was not Jake but himself who was threatened; and he

thought he knew why.

"Look out for that fellow, Jake!" he cried. "Get back to the wall!"

Jake, to Dick's relief, did as he was told, but next moment another man

ran out of the arch, and somebody in the darkness called out in

Castilian. Dick thought he knew the voice; but the men were behind him

now, and he turned to face them. The nearest had his hand at his ragged

sash, and Dick saw that he must act before the long Spanish knife came

out. He struck hard, leaning forward as he did so, and the man reeled

back; but the other two closed with him, and although his knuckles jarred

as a second blow got home, he felt a stinging pain high up in his side.

His breathing suddenly got difficult, but as he staggered towards the

wall he saw Jake dash his soft hat in the face of another antagonist and

spring upon the fellow. There seemed to be four men round them and one

was like Oliva, the contractor; but Dick's sight was going and he had a

fit of coughing that was horribly painful.

He heard Jake shout and footsteps farther up the street, and tried to

lean against the house for support, but slipped and fell upon the

pavement. He could neither see nor hear well, but made out that his

assailants had slunk away and men were running towards Jake, who stood,

calling for help, in the middle of the street. Shortly afterwards a group

of dark figures gathered round and he heard confused voices. He thought

Jake knelt down and tried to lift him, but this brought on a stab of

burning pain and he knew nothing more.