"Let go!"
"No!"
The murderous-minded young villain tried to wrench away.
He met with a surprise.
The small, soft hand held him fast, despite all his writhings.
Harris had wondered that Mazarin so easily choked Merriwell into helplessness, but, after twisting and pulling a few seconds and failing to break away, he began to understand the astonishing strength of those small hands.
"What's the matter with you?" he snarled. "Are you daffy?"
"You are, or you would not try that trick," shot back the little man. "Do you think I'm going to stand here and see you do murder? I guess not!"
"It's my business!"
"And mine now."