With a bound, Dick caught up the knife.
“Get out of here, all of you!” he cried. “Be lively about it! Look out for that Italian there! Take care of him!”
As they hesitated, Dick turned to Chester.
“Do you want to be carved up?” he asked. “If you don’t, tell your intoxicated men here to take care of that chap.”
The fact that he had escaped by such a hair’s breadth and that Merriwell was now free seemed to overcome Arlington.
“Look out for him, Lazaro! Look out for him, boys. Take the dago away!”
“But this fellow?” questioned Lazaro, with a motion toward Dick.
“Don’t mind this fellow,” said Moran, still holding his pistol ready for use. “No one will trouble him any more to-night. I promise you that. Get on out of here!”
“Cursa you!” hissed Tony, glaring at Chester. “I geta you yeta!”
“Take him away,” Chester urged, retreating from the door.