"I don't know anything about your fool friend. I——"
Bob had the miner by the throat. Allison hurled him aside, grabbing up a chair as he did so.
Olsen uttered a yell and charged the miner. The latter made a pass at the Icelander with the heavy dining-room chair. Segunder wrenched it from his hands. Then he brought the offending chair down on the floor with a terrific crash, smashing it into kindling wood.
"I want boy Rush!" he demanded.
"You get out of my house, or I'll bore you full of holes!" yelled the miner, at the same time whipping out a knife.
With a well-directed kick Segunder sent the table between them crashing to one side. With a leap he landed upon Allison, smiting him a powerful blow on the side of the head. Allison went down as a matter of course.
Olsen calmly stooped over, picked the fellow up and threw him out of the window, Allison carrying the frame and the glass with him.
"He one bad man," grinned the Icelander. "I smash house down."
Olsen began to destroy the furniture, what there was of it, until Jarvis restrained him.
"Don't do that, Segunder. We want to find Steve. I believe he is here somewhere. Hark—what's that?"