men set out. Fabian had a rig waiting at the corner of the street; Tie Co, dressed in citizen's clothes, stepped into it unobserved, and the smuggler and would-be-smuggled were soon out of the city. They had a merry drive, for Fabian's liking for Tie Co was very real; he had known him for several years, and the lad's quick intelligence interested him.
The second day they left their horse at a farmhouse, where Fabian would call for it on his return trip, crossed a river in a rowboat before the sun was up, and plunged into a wood in which they would remain till evening. It was raining, but through mud and wind and rain they trudged slowly and heavily.
Tie Co paused now and then to take breath. Once Fabian remarked:
"You are not a very strong lad, Tie Co. It's a pity you have to work as you do for your living," and Tie Co had answered:
"Work velly good! No work, Tie Co die."
Fabian looked at the lad protectingly, wondering in a careless way why this Chinaman seemed to him so different from the others.
"Wouldn't you like to be back in China?" he asked.
"No," said Tie Co decidedly.
"Why?"
