Go back! Go back! They are coming!" A key rattled in the door.

When it swung open, two men stood in the aperture, both with drawn pistols.

The girl leaped between them and the helpless, defeated American.
"Remember!" she cried.

"You are not to kill him!" Peter Brutus had risen from the floor, half dazed but furious.

He made a vicious leap at King, his knife ready for the lunge.
"I'm glad it's you," roared King, leaping aside.