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　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？〃
　An　eight…column　head　on　the　first　page　caught　even　John　Quincy's　sleepy　eye。　〃Boston　Man　has　Strange　Adventure　on　Water…Front。〃　Smaller　heads　announced　that　Mr。　John　Quincy　Winterslip　had　been　rescued　from　an　unwele　trip　to　China；　〃in　the　nick　of　time〃　by　three　midshipmen　from　the　Oregon。　Poor　Pete　Mayberry！　He　had　been　the　real　hero　of　the　affair；　but　his　own　paper　would　not　e　out　again　until　Monday　evening；　and　rivals　had　beaten　him　to　the　story。
　John　Quincy　yawned。　〃All　true；　my　dear；〃　he　said。　〃I　was　on　the　verge　of　leaving　you　when　the　navy　saved　me。　Life；　you　perceive；　has　bee　a　musical　edy。〃
　〃But　why　should　any　one　want　to　shanghai　you？〃　cried　Miss　Minerva。
　〃Ah；　I　hoped　you'd　ask　me　that。　It　happens　that　your　nephew　has　a　brain。　His　keen　analytical　work　as　a　detective　is　getting　some　one's　goat。　He　admitted　as　much　in　a　letter　he　sent　me　the　night　he　took　a　few　shots　at　my　head。〃
　〃Some　one　shot　at　you！〃　gasped　Miss　Minerva。
　〃I'll　say　so。　You　rather　fancy　yourself　as　a　sleuth；　but　is　anybody　taking　aim　at　you　from　behind　bushes？　Answer　me　that。〃
　Miss　Minerva　sat　down　weakly　on　a　chair。　〃You're　going　home　on　the　next　boat；〃　she　announced。
　He　laughed。　〃About　two　weeks　ago　I　made　that　suggestion　to　you。　And　what　was　your　reply？　Ah；　my　dear；　the　tables　are　turned。　I'm　not　going　home　on　the　next　boat。　I　may　never　go　home。　This　gay；　care…free；　sudden　country　begins　to　appeal　to　me。　Let　me　read　about　myself。〃
　He　returned　to　the　paper。　〃The　clock　was　turned　back　thirty　years　on　the　Honolulu　water…front　last　night；〃　began　the　somewhat　imaginative　account。　It　closed　with　the　news　that　the　tramp　steamer　Mary　S。　Allison　had　left　port　before　the　police　could　board　her。　Evidently　she'd　had　steam　up　and　papers　ready；　and　was　only　awaiting　the　return　of　the　red…haired　man　and　his　victim。　John　Quincy　handed　the　newspaper　back　to　his　aunt。
　〃Too　bad；〃　he　remarked。　〃They　slipped　through　Hallet's　fingers。〃
　〃Of　course　they　did；〃　she　snapped。　〃Everybody　does。　I'd　like　a　talk　with　Captain　Hallet。　If　I　could　only　tell　him　what　I　think　of　him；　I'd　feel　better。〃
　〃Save　that　paper；〃　John　Quincy　said。　〃I　want　to　send　it　to　mother。〃
　She　stared　at　him。　〃Are　you　mad？　Poor　Grace　…　she'd　have　a　nervous　breakdown。　I　only　hope　she　doesn't　hear　of　this　until　you're　back　in　Boston　safe　and　sound。〃
　〃Oh；　yes　…　Boston；〃　laughed　John　Quincy。　〃Quaint　old　town；　they　tell　me。　I　must　visit　there　some　day。　Now　if　you'll　leave　me　a　minute；　I'll　prepare　to　join　you　at　breakfast　and　relate　the　story　of　my　adventurous　life。〃
　〃Very　well；〃　agreed　Miss　Minerva；　rising。　She　paused　at　the　door。　〃A　little　witch…hazel　might　help　your　face。〃
　〃The　scars　of　honorable　battle；〃　said　her　nephew。　〃Why　remove　them？〃
　〃Honorable　fiddlesticks；〃　Miss　Minerva　answered。　〃After　all；　the　Back　Bay　has　its　good　points。〃　But　in　the　hall　outside　she　smiled　a　delighted　little　smile。
　When　John　Quincy　and　his　aunt　were　leaving　the　dining…room　after　breakfast　Kamaikui；　stiff　and　dignified　in　a　freshly…laundered　holoku；　approa