"I'll fight you here!" he cried. "I'll kill you!"
"No! No!" answered Ralston. "Outside."
Marcus attempted to put on Steadman's coat, but the latter fought him angrily off. Then he staggered and nearly fell.
"Oh, I'm sick!" he cried. "I can't see."
"Catch him!" directed Ralston, springing to his side and guiding him across the threshold. They led him down the steps, hustled him across the sidewalk and into the hansom.
"Where to?" inquired cabby automatically.
"John McCullough's—drive like mad!" replied Ralston.
X
"Keep away from me," muttered Steadman, as Ralston climbed into the cab beside him. "Keep away, or I'll kill you." His face had turned a livid yellow, and he lay limp against the cushions. The cabby started his horse round the corner into the avenue.