Then we can wait till Hamlet comes, if yonse fellows 're game,' said Dick softly.
'I'm on,' whispered Peterson.
'He won't be long, I bet.

McKnight, 'r Belman, 'r some o' the others is sure to roust him out when he's properly tight.

Foller me.' Dick led the way up to the door, pushed it open, and entered.

The others were about to follow, but to their horror they saw a large figure start forward from the pitch darkness beyond, heard an oath and the sound of a blow, and saw Dick fall face downwards upon the floor.

Then the door was slammed from within, and the three terrorstricken boys turned and fled as fast as their legs would carry them.
Dick lay upon the floor with outthrown arms, and the figure stood over him in a listening attitude.
'Good God! 'ye you killed him ?' cried someone in the far corner of the room.
'Sh-h, you cursed fool!' hissed the big man.
'Who is it ?' asked the other tremulously.
The big man seized Dick, and dragged him to where the grey moonlight shone through a shattered window.
'Young Haddon,' he said.