But the yellow man began struggling again, and Dave repeated the shaking.
Chow Hop had kept his hands up inside his wide sleeves.

Now Farley leaped forward as he shouted: "Look out, Darry! He has a knife!" Farley attempted to seize the Chinaman's wrist, for the purpose of disarming the yellow man, but Dave swiftly threw the Chinaman around out 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 comrade out of this opium sleep!" "Me no sabby no way," insisted Chow.
"Oh, yes, you do!" snapped Dave.