"You stop your humbug and come with me, or I'll pull you out of here by the neck, do you understand me?"
He took a firm grip on his man with one hand and drew a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket with the other.
Seeing he could not brave the matter out, and fearing lest the boy would attempt to handcuff him, the Frenchman wrenched himself free.
"You geet avay!" he hissed.
"Not without you!" retorted Harry, pluckily.
And he rushed forward to grasp the villain again.
By this time La Croix had become frantic with desperation.
Seeing the boy coming, he drew back the big carving knife with a quick motion and aimed a blow at the boy, shouting in the meantime:
"Zen take zat!"
The deadly blade leaped toward Harry's breast.