in the front of the shop continued their quiet game。
John Quincy felt himself growing weary； his breath came painfully； he realized that his adversary had not yet begun to fight。 Standing with his back to the table in an idle moment while the red…haired man made plans for the future； the boy hit on a plan of his own。 He overturned the table； the lamp crashed down； darkness fell over the world。 In the final glimmer of light he saw the big man ing for him and dropping to his knees he tackled in the approved manner of Soldiers' Field； Cambridge； Massachusetts。 Culture prevailed； the sailor went on his head with a resounding thump； John Quincy let go of him and sought the nearest exit。 It happened to be the door at the rear； and it was unlocked。
He passed hurriedly through a cluttered back yard and climbing a fence； found himself in the neighborhood known as the River District。 There in crazy alleys that have no names； no sidewalks； no beginning and no end； five races live together in the dark。 Some houses were above the walk level； some below； all were out of alignment。 John Quincy felt he had wandered into a futurist drawing。 As he paused he heard the whine and clatter of Chinese music； the clicking of a typewriter； the rasp of a cheap phonograph playing American jazz； the distant scream of an auto horn； a child wailing Japanese lamentations。 Footsteps in the yard beyond the fence roused him； and he fled。
He must get out of this mystic maze of mean alleys； and at once。 Odd painted faces loomed in the dusk； pasty…white faces with just a suggestion of queer costumes beneath。 A babel of tongues； queer eyes that glittered； once a lean hand on his arm。 A group of moon…faced Chinese children under a lamp who scattered at his approach。 And when he paused again； out of breath； the patter of many feet； bare feet； sandaled feet； the clatter of wooden clogs； the squeak of cheap shoes made in his own Massachusetts。 Then suddenly the thump of large feet such as might belong to a husky sailor。 He moved on。
Presently he came into the parative quiet of River Street； and realized that he had traveled in a circle； for there was Liu Yin's shop again。 As he hurried on toward King Street； he saw； over his shoulder； that the red…haired man still followed。 A big touring car； with curtains drawn； waited by the curb。 John Quincy leaped in beside the driver。
〃Get out of here； quick！〃 he panted。
A sleepy Japanese face looked at him through the gloom。 〃Busy now。〃
〃I don't care if you are …〃 began John Quincy； and glanced down at one of the man's arms resting on the wheel。 His heart stood still。 In the dusk he saw a wrist watch with an illuminated dial； and the numeral two was very dim。
Even as he looked； strong hands seized him by the collar and dragged him into the dark tonneau。 At the same instant； the red…haired man arrived。
〃Got him； Mike？ Say； that's luck！〃 He leaped into the rear of the car。 Quick able work went forward； John Quincy's hands were bound behind his back； a vile…tasting gag was put in his mouth。 〃Damned if this bird didn't land me one in the eye；〃 said the red…haired man。 〃I'll pay him for it when we get aboard。 Hey you … Pier 78。 Show us some speed！〃
The car leaped forward。 John Quincy lay on the dusty floor； bound and helpless。 To the docks？ But he wasn't thinking of that； he was thinking of the watch on the driver's wrist。
A brief run； and they halted in the shadow of a pier…shed。 John Quincy was lifted and propelled none too gently from the car。 His cheek was jammed against one of the buttons holding the side curtain； and he had sufficient presence of mind to catch the gag on it and loosen it。 As they left the car he tried to get a glimpse of its license plate； but he was able to ascertain only the first two figures … 33 … before it sped away。
His two huge chaperons hurried him along the dock。 Some distance off he saw a little group of men； three in white uniforms； one in a darker garb。 The latter was smoking a pipe。 John Quincy's heart leaped。 He maneuvered the loosened gag with his teeth； so that it dropped about his collar。 〃Good…by； Pete！〃 he shouted at the top of his lungs； and launched at once into a terrific struggle to break away from his startled captors。
There was a moment's delay； and then the clatter of feet along the dock。 A stocky boy in a white uniform began an enthusiastic debate with Mike； and the other two were prompt to claim the attention of the red…haired man。 Pete Mayberry was at John Quincy's back； cutting the rope on his wrists。
〃Well； I'll be damned； Mr。 Winterslip；〃 he cried。
〃Same here；〃 laughed John Quincy。 〃Shanghaied in another minute but for you。〃 He leaped forward to join the battle； but the red…haired man and his friend had already succumbed to youth and superior forces； and were in full retreat。 John Quincy followed joyously along the dock； and planted his fist back of his old adversary's ear。 The sailor staggered； but regained his balance and went on。
John Quincy returned to his rescuers。 〃The last blow is the sweetest；〃 he remarked。
〃I can place those guys；〃 said Mayberry。 〃They're off that tramp steamer that's been lying out in the harbor the past week。 An opium runner； I'll gamble on it。 You go to the police station right away …〃
〃Yes；〃 said John Quincy； 〃I must。 But I want to thank you； Mr。 Mayberry。 And〃 … he turned to the white uniforms … 〃you fellows too。〃
The stocky lad was picking up his cap。 〃Why； that's all right；〃 he said。 〃A real pleasure； if you ask me。 But look here； old timer；〃 he added； addressing Mayberry； 〃how about your Honolulu water…front and its lost romance？ You go tell that to the marines。〃
As John Quincy hurried away Pete Mayberry was busily explaining that the thing was unheard of … not in twenty years … maybe more than that … his voice died in the distance。
Hallet was in his room； and John Quincy detailed his evening's adventure。 The captain was incredulous； but when the boy came to the wrist watch on the driver of the car； he sat up and took notice。
〃Now you're talking；〃 he cried。 〃I'll start the force after that car to…night。 First two figures 33； you say。 I'll send somebody aboard that tramp； too。 They can't get away with stuff like that around here。〃
〃Oh； never mind them；〃 said John Quincy magnanimously。 〃Concentrate on the watch。〃
Back in the quiet town he walked with his head up； his heart full of the joy of battle。 And while he thought of it； he stepped into the cable office。 The message he sent was addressed to Agatha Parker on that Wyoming ranch。 〃San Francisco or nothing；〃 was all it said。
As he walked down the deserted street on his way to the corner to wait for his trolley； he heard quick footsteps on his trail again。 Who now？ He was sore and weary； a bit fed up on fighting for one evening。 He quickened his pace。 The steps quickened too。 He went even faster。 So did his pursuer。 Oh； well； might as well stop and face him。
John Quincy turned。 A young man rushed up； a lean young man in a cap。
〃Mr。 Winterslip； ain't it？〃 He thrust a dark brown object into John Quincy's hand。 〃Your July Atlantic； sir。 Came in on the Maui this morning。〃
〃Oh；〃 said John Quincy limply。 〃Well； I'll take it。 My aunt might like to look at it。 Keep the change。〃
〃Thank you； sir；〃 said the newsman； touching his cap。
John Quincy rode out to Waikiki on the last seat of the car。 His face was swollen and cut； every muscle ached。 Under his arm； clasped tightly； he held the July Atlantic。 But he didn't so much as look at the table of contents。 〃We move； we advance；〃 he told himself exultantly。 For he had seen the watch with the illuminated dial … the dial on which the numeral two was very dim。
CHAPTER XX
The Story Of Lau Ho
EARLY SUNDAY morning John Quincy was awakened by a sharp knock on his door。 Rising sleepily and donning dressing…gown and slippers； he opened it to admit his Aunt Minerva。 She had a worried air。
〃Are you all right； John Quincy？〃 she inquired。
〃Surely。 That is； I would be if I hadn't been dragged out of bed a full hour before I intended to get up。〃
〃I'm sorry； but I had to have a look at you。〃 She took a newspaper from under her arm and handed it to him。 〃What's all this？