time. "I want you to understand what this 'Three-four-five-two—six Refunfuno' means. You'll see it here in the A B C Telegraph Code. It means 'Revolution broken out here.' I want you to see it for yourself. Then you'll know"
"I'm taking your word for it, young man," retorted the other as he shook his arm free and started through the door. McKinnon knew it would be madness to try to hold him by force.
"What's up, anyway!" he asked instead, following the other out on the deck.
"I've got a map of that country down in my cabin," answered the huge figure in the Chinese silk.
"But we don't need your map!" persisted McKinnon.
"I guess we may as well find out where they're having all that fun we've had to miss," called back the other from the stair-head. And he was gone before McKinnon could get to his side.
The operator knew only too well what the man's return to his cabin meant at such a moment. He did not take time to determine in his own mind the cause of that return, whether his enemy had suddenly remembered his unlocked door and his unguarded papers, or whether
