The young man felt somewhat embarrassed; his eyes shifted a little under the intense gaze of the Chinese mother.
"Well, we must get your boy for you," he responded. "Of course"—turning to Hom Hing—"it will cost a little money. You can't get fellows to hurry the Government for you without gold in your pocket."
Hom Hing stared blankly for a moment. Then: "How much do you want, Mr. Clancy?" he asked quietly.
"Well, I will need At least five hundred to start with."
Hom Hing cleared his throat.
"I think I told to you the time I last paid you for writing letters for me and seeing the Custom boss here that nearly all I had was gone!"
"Oh, well then we won't talk about it, old fellow. It won't harm the boy to stay where he is, and your wife may get over it ail right."
"What that you say?" quavered Lae Choo.
James Clancy looked out of the window.
"He says," explained Hom Hing in English, "that to get our boy we have to have much money."
