"What plan?" questioned the chief smuggler briefly.
"We've been talking about Li Chang."
"What about him?"
"Turn 'em over to Li Chang. He's sailing back to China in the morning. Have 'em put on board his ship."
Snackley scratched his head for a moment. Evidently the idea caught his fancy.
"Not bad," he muttered. "I hadn't thought of Li Chang. Yes, he'd be able to look after them. He'd see to it that they never returned," and he grinned grimly.
"He'd probably dump 'em overboard before they got to China at all," declared Redhead smugly. "Li Chang doesn't like to feed passengers if they can be got rid of."
"So much the better. We won't be responsible."
"Leave it to Li Chang. The old villain would just like to have three white men in his power. He'll attend to them."
Snackley reached over and picked up the document from the floor, where it had fallen in the struggle. He glanced at it and then tore it into pieces.
"We won't need this. You've lost your chance, Hardy. If you had signed it you would have been free by now. But you'll never be free―not with three of you knowing our secret.
