"What's she mean by running away from me and going into your room ?" "Look out, he's got a knife!" cried Maria through the crack of the door.
"Ah, there you are.

Come outa that, and come back home," exclaimed Zerkow.
"Get outa here yourself," cried Marcus, advancing on him angrily.

"Get outa here." "Maria's gota come too." "Get outa here," vociferated Marcus, "an' put up that knife.

I see it; you needn't try an' hide it behind your leg.

Give it to me, anyhow," he shouted suddenly, and before Zerkow was aware, Marcus had wrenched it away.