He opened it to let in Maria Macapa, her hair dishevelled and her eyes starting with terror.
"Oh, MISTER Schouler," she gasped, "lock the door quick.

Don't let him get me.

He's got a knife, and he says sure he's going to do for me, if I don't tell him where it is." "Who has?
What has?
Where is what ?" shouted Marcus, flaming with excitement upon the instant.

He opened the door and peered down the dark hall, both fists clenched, ready to fight--he did not know whom, and he did not know why.
"It's Zerkow," wailed Maria, pulling him back into the room and bolting the door, "and he's got a knife as long as THAT.

Oh, my Lord, here he comes now! Ain't that him?
Listen." Zerkow was coming up the stairs, calling for Maria.
"Don't you let him get me, will you, Mister Schouler ?" gasped Maria.
"I'll break him in two," shouted Marcus, livid with rage.