one attendant. Still gibbering and gesticulating, the crowd
brushed past him as if he had been a mere reed. The attendant
raged about until he lost his head. But it was no use. There was
nothing for him to do but to follow them in.

Kennedy by this time had finished talking to the doctors and
handing Wu over to them. They had taken him into a room in the
dispensary. Just then the chattering crowd pushed in, some asking
questions, others bewailing the fate of the great Wu Fang. They
were so insistent that at last one of the doctors was forced to
demand that the police drive them out. They started to push them
back.

In the melee, one of their number managed to get away from the
rest and reach the doorway to the emergency room. He was, as we
found out later, dressed almost precisely like Wu, although he had
on a somewhat different cap. In build and size as well as features
he was a veritable Dromio.

The other Chinaman drew back behind the screen which hid the
doorway to the emergency room and concealed himself.

Meanwhile, Kennedy and I were laughing at the truly ludicrous
antics of the astounded Celestials, thunderstruck at the capture
of the peerless leader, while the police forced them back.

"Well, good-bye," nodded Craig to the first doctor and nurse who
had attended Wu Fang outside.

"Good-bye. We'll fix him up and take good care that he doesn't