only two prisoners and Long Sin lying on the sidewalk.

But the ring and the money were gone.

"Are you hurt much?" demanded the burly Irish officer, assisting
Long Sin to his feet, none too gently.

Long Sin was furious over the loss of the precious ring, yet he
knew to involve himself in the white man's law would end only in
disaster both for him and his master. He forced a painful smile,
shook his head and managed to get away down the street muttering.

He made his way up-town and back to the apartment of Wu, and
there, pacing up and down in a fury, attended to his wounds.

His forefinger, from which the ring had been so ruthlessly
snatched, was a constant reminder to him of the loss. Any one who
could have studied the vengefulness of his face would have seen
that it boded ill for some one.

. . . . . . .

It was the day after her return from Aunt Tabby's that Kennedy
called again upon Elaine to find that she and Aunt Josephine were
engaged in the pleasant pastime of arranging an entertainment.

Jennings announced Craig and held back the portieres as he
entered.

"Oh, good!" cried Elaine as she saw him. "You are just in time. I