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 to get into prison for this day's work!" Scowling for a moment, then muttering savagely, the two helpers slunk back to their ironing boards.
Yet, while Dan turned to go into the rear room, Hallam stood just where he was, to keep an eye on two possible sources of swift trouble.
"Chow Hop," began Dave Damn sternly, as the proprietor made his flying appearance, "You've done a pretty mean piece of work here"-- pointing to the unconscious midshipman in the berth.

"Do you understand that you're pretty likely to go to prison for this ?" "Oh, that no maller," replied Chow, with a sullen grin.

"Him plenty 'shipmen come here and smoke." "You lie!" hissed Dave, grasping the heathen by the collar and shaking him until the latter's teeth rattled.
Then Dave gave him a brief rest, though he still retained his hold on the Chinaman's collar.