Now, five hundred dollars was an object, but Frank was willing to give the stick up for nothing the moment he was convinced that it belonged to either of these men. If it did not belong to them, there must be something very remarkable about it to cause them to offer five hundred dollars for it.
“I don’t believe the heathen has that much money to his name,” said Dick.
“Yes, yes!” asserted the Chinaman eagerly, straightening up, but remaining on his knees. “Glot monee. Look!”
He exhibited a wad of bank-notes and bills.
The actions of the Chinamen had attracted attention, and Frank felt like getting away.
“I don’t want your money,” he said. “Come to me to-morrow and bring my card. I’ll see you then, and, if you can convince me that the stick belongs to you, you shall have it.”
But the Chinamen seemed filled with terror at his desire to leave them.
“We glo now! We keepee with you,” they said.
“Not to-night,” came firmly from Frank. “Come, Dick.”
But when they entered the lobby of the hotel, the Chinamen followed like two dogs. Not relishing this, Frank called attention to them, and they were promptly compelled to leave the place.