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confronting an enemy, and he knew
that he was in danger of meeting
such. Then at a glance he made out
friends, and spoke to them in the
native dialect, which he had mastered
quite proficiently during his stay In
Both the new comers were Mon
golians. One poorly dressed ad
vanced, kotowed humbly to Wade,
and even kissed his feet reverently,
"See," he said, arising and waving
his companion forward as though he
were some supreme person "it is
the high one of our family Kwang
Wade welcomed the lithe, erect
young man introduced. There was
a quiet dignity that attracted.
"I am the sacrifice," he said sim
ply. "The sacrifice?" repeated Wade in
"It Is so," was the quiet reply. "It
-is you who a month since found the
mandarin at the home of my kins
man. He was about to be beheaded
for an infringement of the law. It
was that or the payment of 1,100
taels. Without that, not only would
he be excuted, but his oldest son
and all the others imprisoned. The
sacred burial would be denied. It
would take generations of prayers
and sacrifice to wipe out the stain."
Wade well remembered the circum
stances. Sheer pity for the unfor
tunate family had, indeed, induced
him to part with nearly all his sur
plus stock of money.
"Since then," continued Kwang
Lo, "the evil mandarins, thinking you
had money, have imprisoned you in
the hopes of winning the bribe ran
som you could not pay. Last night
my kinsman here enabled you to es
cape from jail. They will seek you
everywhere. From here, two hun
dred miles acrosB the mountains to
Beiro, if you are seen it is death to
you. They have sent for me, the
high one of the family, to get you be
yond peril, and because for some
great reason that is not our affair
you must be in your native land
"But I have no means to pursue
my journey from Beiro to Canton,"
. "They shall be provided," quietly
answered Kwang Lo.
"Master, within your case open
it," spoke the other native.
Wade did as directed. Kwang Lo
reached within it and drew from
among the colored pencils a wood en
cased crayon of vermilion hue.
"Give it to me," he directed. "It
shall be your safe conduct. Within
an hour be prepared for the journey."
True to his promise Kwang Lo re
appeared shortly with a two-wheeled
push cart holding a close wicker box
top. Across this was a broad sheet
of bamboo bearing some Chinese let
ters in bright vermilion.
In an instant Wade knew what this
meant. The royal sign manual was
always written with vermilion pencil.
Kwang Lo intended to force a safe
conduct to Beiro by deluding the na
tives with that counterfeit awe-inspiring'
sign manual of the ruler of
Within that wicker covert Wade
Latham was conveyed to Beiro.
When it was opened he found him
self in the rear room of a Chinese
pawn shop. KWang Lo had disrobed
to the waist. Encircling him was a
band of gold, heavy and unbroken,
bearing native characters. There
was some talk between him and the
keeper of the shop. Then money
passed, and Kwang Lo came forward
and placed in Wade's hand a sum
equal to two hundred American dol
lars. "You are safe to travel hence to
Canton," he said "you can return to
your native land as soon as money
can speed you now."
"But this money "
"I have agreed to remain here the
slave of the shopkeeper until I am
redeemed," was the explanation.
"The family circlet, sacred for gen-