"I am a lieutenant of marines," he explained. "I am on shore leave, stopping with my aunt, Mrs. Nelson, on Queen Street. Why these footpads attacked me I do not know."
"One of us had best call a carriage," said Dan. "You can't walk to your aunt's home."
"I do not wish to go back to my aunt's. I must report for duty on the flagship without delay, for our squadron has orders to leave Hong Kong as soon as possible, on account of the war, and this being a neutral port."
"More of the war," smiled Dan grimly. "Well, supposing we have you taken to the dock?"
"That will suit very well. But who are you who have done me such a great service?"
"My friend can tell you that, while I hunt up the carriage," said Dan. "Look out for more footpads," he added, and hurried away.
I soon introduced myself and told Lieutenant Todd about Dan. He had often heard of the firm of Raymond, Holbrook & Smith, and had met Mr. Holbrook once, in San Francisco.
"I shall always remember you for what you have done for me," he said warmly. "It was brave."
Soon Dan came with the carriage, a curious turnout, which, however, need not be described here. As the lieutenant was in no condition to
