of Farley's reach. Then, with a lightning-like move, Dave knocked the
knife from Chow Hop's hand.

"Pick that up and keep it for a curio, Farley," directed Dave coolly.

In another twinkling Darrin had run the Chinaman up against the wall.

Smack! biff! thump!

With increasing force Dave's hard fist struck the heathen in the face.

"Now stand there and behave yourself," admonished Midshipman Dave,
dropping his hold on the yellow man's collar, "or we'll stop playing
with you and hurt you some."

The scowl on Chow Hop's face was ominous, but he stood still, glaring at
Dave.

"Chow, what can we do to bring this man out of his sleep!" asked Dave
coolly, and almost in a friendly tone.

"Me no sabby," sulked the Chinaman.

"Yes, you do," retorted Dave warningly. "Now, what can we do to get our
friend out of this!"

"You allee same cally (carry) him out," retorted Chow, with a suspicion
of a sulky grin.

"None of that, now, you yellow-face!" glared Dave. "How shall we get our