“No.”
“But I shall tell them I have given it up.”
“To whom?” smiled the stranger, in a mysterious way. “You do not know my name. You do not know where to find me. You do not know anything about me. You see——”
“Then why don’t you give your name?” cried Starbright.
“Because I do not wish to—because this trail must be broken here. I do not wish to be hunted by those cursed Chinese cutthroats!”
“Was that the reason why you did not give your name when we first met a short time ago?”
“Perhaps so; perhaps not.”
“It was not!” roared Dick. “I know the reason, and I——”
“Stop!” commanded Frank, his eyes flashing. “You are forgetting yourself, Starbright!”
The big Andover man stood glaring at the stranger, who was quite unmoved. Dick’s eyes were gleaming, and he seemed to long to attack the possessor of the mystic stick then and there.