"Theriere is waiting dere," he said. "He will see youse de
moment yeh reach de window, and den youse will be safe."
"But you!" cried the girl. "What of you?"
"Never yeh mind me," commanded Billy Byrne. "Youse jes'
do as I tells yeh, see? Now, beat it," and he gave her a rough
shove toward the window.
And then, between the combined efforts of the samurai
upon one side and Billy Byrne of Kelly's gang upon the other
the frail door burst from its rotten hinges and fell to one side.
The first of the samurai into the little room was cleft from
crown to breast bone with the keen edge of the sword of the
Lord of Yoka wielded by the mighty arm of the mucker. The
second took the count with a left hook to the jaw, and then
all that could crowd through the little door swarmed upon the
husky bruiser from Grand Avenue.
Barbara Harding took one look at the carnage behind her
and then sprang to the window. At a short distance she saw
the jungle and at its edge what she was sure was the figure of
a man crouching in the long grass.
"Mr. Theriere!" she cried. "Quick! They are killing Byrne,"
and then she turned back into the room, and with the short
sword which she still grasped in her hand sprang to the side
of the mucker who was offering his life to save her.
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