The carabiniere--for me.
[The two rush together to the window.]
PIKE [thrusting IVANOFF behind him]. Don't show yourself!
IVANOFF. [looking out of the window over PIKE'S shoulder]. Look! Near
the lamp yonder--there by the doors--the carabiniere.
PIKE. They've been there since this afternoon.
[Shading his eyes from the light of the room with one hand.]
Look there--who on earth--who's that they've got with them?--Why, good
Lord! it's Doc!
[Astounded.]
IVANOFF. It is Herr von Groellerhagen! Did I not tell you he was a
Russian? He has betrayed me himself. He was not satisfied that others
should. [Bitterly.] I knew I was in the wolf's throat here!
PIKE. Don't you believe it! They've arrested poor old Doc. They got him
as he went out.
IVANOFF [pointing]. No; they speak respectfully to him. They bow to
him--
PIKE [grimly]. They'll be bowing to us in a minute. That's probably the
way these colonels run you in.
[Sharp knock on upper doors.]
PIKE [urging him toward the door on the right]. You wait till I call
you, and remember it's my fight.
IVANOFF [turning, half hysterically]. You _promise_ before I am taken
that I shall see--
[MARIANO enters at upper doors.]
PIKE [domineeringly, as he sees MARIANO]. And don't you forget what I've
been telling you--you get the sand out of that gear-box first thing
tomorrow morning, or I'll see that you draw your last pay Saturday
night.
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