"What does the Yankee wish me to say?" he asked, with a treacherous look from his almond-shaped eyes.
"I want you to tell me the truth about President Adams' daughter. Where is she?"
"She is—safe."
"You have her a prisoner."
"How does the Yankee know that? Ha! You overheard my talk on the Corcoran."
"I did. Where is she? I demand to know."
"She is, as I said before, safe." And the Celestial grinned wickedly.
"Hang Chang, you are playing with fire. We Americans are civilized and do not usually harm the prisoners we take. But unless you tell me what I want to know it will go hard with you. Martha Adams is too good to remain a prisoner of the yellow dogs who are holding her."
"There is an easy way for her to become free."
"How?"