shoulder.

"Me no sabby," replied Chow Hop, looking up briefly from his ironing
board.

"Get in there--do you hear?" commanded Hallam, gripping the other's arm
with all his force.

"You lemme go chop-chop (quickly), or you get alle samee hurt--you
sabby?" scowled Chow Hop, using his free hand to raise a heavy flat-iron
menacingly.

But Dan Dalzell jumped in, giving the Chinaman's wrist a wrench that
caused him to drop the iron.

Then, without a bit of ceremony, Dan grasped the Oriental by the
shoulders, wheeled him about, while he protested in guttural tones, and
bluntly kicked the yellow-faced one through the door into the inner
room.

At this summary proceeding both the Chinese helpers gripped their
flat-irons firmly; and leaped forward to fight.

In an ugly temper the Chinaman is a bad man to oppose. But now this pair
were faced by a pair of quietly smiling midshipmen who were also
dangerous when angry.

"You two, get back," ordered Dalzell, advancing fearlessly upon the
pair. "If you don't, we'll drag you out into the street and turn you
over to the policemen. You 'sabby' that? You heathen are pretty likely