Suddenly the Italian sprang forward, for Arlington had stopped a few feet away, and his back was toward the door. The glittering knife was lifted for a murderous blow. Whiz!—something flew through the air and struck Tony fairly between the eyes. It was the heavy jackknife, which Dick had thrown at the Italian. Tony was knocked backward and dazed for a moment. The knife fell from his hand and struck, point first, in the floor, where it stood quivering. Filled with sudden horror, for all of his intoxicated condition, Arlington staggered aside and stood staring at the Italian. With a bound, Dick caught up the knife. “Get out of here, all of you!” he cried. “Be lively about it! Look out for that Italian there! Take care of him!” As they hesitated, Dick turned to Chester. “Do you want to be carved up?” he asked. “If you don’t, tell your intoxicated men here to take care of that chap.” The fact that he had escaped by such a hair’s breadth and that Merriwell was now free seemed to overcome Arlington. “Look out for him, Lazaro! Look out for him, boys. Take the dago away!” “But this fellow?” questioned Lazaro, with a motion toward Dick. “Don’t mind this fellow,” said Moran, still holding his pistol ready for use. “No one will trouble him any more to-night. I promise you that. Get on out of here!” “Cursa you!” hissed Tony, glaring at Chester. “I geta you yeta!” “Take him away,” Chester urged, retreating from the door. The sailors seized Tony and hustled him up the companionway to the deck. Arlington stood swaying slightly, one hand to his head. The situation seemed to bewilder him. “What are you trying to do, Moran?” he hazily asked. “It’s a good thing for you,” was the reply, “that this fellow you fancied tied so hard and fast happened to be free just then. He saved your life.” “Did he?” mumbled Chet. “That’s what he did. Now it’s up to you to see that he goes ashore without further molestation.” “All right! All right!” said Chester. “I’ll run away! I’ll be gone in the morning! Engineer getting steam up! I’ll get out of here!” Suddenly Dick stepped toward Arlington, seized him by the shoulders, and sternly said: “Look at me! You’re not going to do anything of the sort! I wouldn’t care a rap what you did if it wasn’t for your sister. You could run away, or do anything you chose to do. Already you have caused her untold worriment and distress. If I can prevent it, you shall cause her no more at present. You’re going ashore with me, Arlington.” The manner in which Dick uttered the final words seemed to indicate there was not the least doubt in his mind on that point. “Who says so?” whispered Chet thickly. “I say so, and I mean it. You will go. We will go on deck now, and you will order the engineer to bank his fire. Come along!” Moran looked on in surprise, for he began to perceive that the tables were turned and Merriwell was master of the situation in every respect.