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"I'll wake ye up!" he panted. "Come out--come out, I say--oh, I'll wake
ye up when I get ye outside, I guess. Come out! What you doin' in
Hermy's flat? By God! I'll choke ye till you tell me!" and his hands
came upon Ravenslee's throat--came to be met there by two other hands
that, closing upon his wrists, wrenched and twisted viciously in
opposite directions and, loosing his hold, M'Ginnis fell back, staring
down at bruised and lacerated skin where oozed a few slow drops of
blood.
"And now," said Ravenslee, rising, "after you, Mr. Flowers! Let us by
all means step outside, where we will each earnestly endeavour to pitch
the other down-stairs--personally, I shall do my very damnedest, for
really I don't--no, I do not like you, Mr. Flowers; you need some one
to tread on you a little. Step outside and let _me_ try."
While M'Ginnis stared from his swelling, bloody wrists to Ravenslee's
face--a face quite as fierce and determined as his own--steps were heard
and Spike's voice called:
"Hermy come in yet, Geoff?"
"Not yet--but our friend Mr.


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