cured nails; then he looked up again to Lucas, and his jaw dropped and his lips parted loosely. "They're after us!" he whispered. "They're after us!"
"Pup!" said Lucas. "You poor puppy, they can never prove anything; but they may try to make trouble. That's why I came here to save you—"
"Save me!"
"If you were one quarter man," Lucas continued less mercifully, but guarding his voice so as not to be heard at the other side of the bathroom door, "I'd not bother about you. But you're a canary—a yellow canary, dying of fright when the cat comes into the room. They can never hurt you, you fool; but you are going to get out of here. The train to Vancouver to-night; then Yokohama. You'll like Japan and enjoy yourself. Understand they've gone in for vice in the East in ways which may be new even to you. Of course, you'll not be held to Japan; there's China; in fact, most of Asia. I'll take care of you; but you'd better have a more distinctive name than John Smith to address. Let's see." Lucas considered a moment and, taking a blank card from his pocket, he wrote, "Gregory Clerkerton, care of the Chartered Bank of India, Australia and China." And he handed the inscription to Kincheloe. "That'll always reach you and take care of you; it's branches in Japan—everywhere. Here's two thousand dollars to start. See that it's to-night. Good-by!"
"Good-by," said Kincheloe stupidly. He seemed not aware of his master's departure until he found himse alone in the room, holding in one hand the card with name and bank address and in the other a sheaf of new bills. He counted these mechanically; there were twenty notes of one hundred dollars each.
