She stood up and pulled the mandarin coat closer about her thin body. The coolness of the night air had already chilled her. Then she squinted carefully about in the darkness.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"I 'm going to get Binhart," was Blake's answer.
He could hear her little childlike murmur of laughter.
"You 're brave, white man," she said, with a hand on his arm. She was silent for a moment, before she added; "And I think you 'll get him."
"Of course I 'll get him," retorted Blake, buttoning his coat. The fires had been relighted on the cold hearth of his resolution. It came to him only as an accidental after-thought that he had met an unknown woman and had passed through strange adventures with her and was now about to pass out of her life again, forever.
"What 'll you do?" he asked.
Again he heard the careless little laugh.
"Oh, I 'll slip down through the Quarter and cop some clothes somewhere. Then I 'll have a sampan take me out to the German boat. It 'll start for Canton at daylight."
"And then?" asked Blake, watching the window of the Luiz Camoes lodging-house below him.