tus of his attack, sent him staggering against
the balustrade of the stair.
And now the Spaniard found what he had been looking for.
"Por Dios!" he wailed, "it iss Limping Deek!" and so fled.
Dick followed up his advantage, forcing the pace, but Ockley would have
none of it until he had worked himself into the middle of the floor;
then suddenly coming again, got home with a tremendous right which Dick
failed to stop with anything better than his left cheek-bone.
The blow was well timed and delivered with the full force of a strong
man fighting scientifically, perhaps for his life; and Dick Bellamy knew
that, hard as he kept himself, he could not afford to take another of
its kind.
Crouching, he watched Black Beard between his fists which protected his
face, the perpendicular fore-arms guarding his body; and in the moment
while his sight was clearing, he heard, from somewhere above him, a
little agonized moan, and found himself again.
Ockley, elated, pursued his advantage with a savage left drive which
might have proved worse for Dick than the right which had just split his
cheek, had he not, ducking to his right in perfect time, met the big man
with a heavy left jolt in the mouth, and, simultaneously advancing his
right foot and straightening his body, followed it up with a right to
the jaw that knocked his opponent full length. He fell and lay beyond
the projection of the hearth on the other side of which was Melchard,
still as death.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE KNIFE-THROWER.
With the sleeve of his shirt Dick wiped the blood from his cheek, looked
down at Ockley, and then up at Amaryllis, half-way down the stair.
"That's four. Where's the fifth?" he asked.
"He ran out there," she answered. "You frightened him."
"Come down," said Dick; and when she reached the floor, she found him
kneeling by Melchard, searching his pockets.
She came close and touched him on the shoulder.
"Let's get out of the house--now, now!" she pleaded, lowering her voice
in the presence of so much that looked like death.
"Pocket these," said Dick, handing behind him some letters and a
pocket-book.
With a sharp tug he disengaged the side-pocket wedged between Melchard's
body and the floor, and from it took out a small parcel wrapped in white
paper. Of its two seals one had been broken. He peered into the opened
end.
"Small bottle--white powder," he said.
"That's it," replied Amaryllis. "Do let's go--please."
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