He was about to head the craft for a landing place, in order to begin the tramp through the woods, to a point whence the ledge could be reached, when the attention of all in the motorboat was attracted by something happening on shore. From the bushes dashed a Chinaman, his pig-tail streaming in the wind. Behind him came a man, with a revolver in his hand.
“Stop! You almond-eyed scare-crow!” he exclaimed. “I’m not going to hurt you!”
But the Chinaman only ran the faster. Suddenly the man raised his revolver and fired in the air. The Celestial stopped as though he had been shot.
“I thought that would fetch you!” shouted the man, and, a moment later, he had the handcuffs on the representative of the Flowery Kingdom.
“That’s one of the smugglers!” cried Fenn. “The police must be after them!”
“What’s the trouble?” asked Mr. Hayward, of the white man, as the boat neared shore.
“Chinese smugglers,” was the short answer. “We got the whole crowd a while ago, just as they were landing a boat load in a secluded cove. But are you Mr. Hayward?”
“I am.”
“I was told to look out for you. I understand you gave the information that led to the capture.”
“I did, but these boys here told me of it. They’re to get whatever reward is coming.”