He mumbled words as he recovered consciousness. But his words were scarcely audible.
“Pung-Shoon. Tonight.”
Cleve Branch had been saved from the hand of Foy — for the hand of Foy was dead. It was the hand of The Shadow, who lived as Foy, that had saved him.
But Cleve was helpless, now. He could not tell that he had been seen, alive and free, by Ling Soo, leader of the Wu-Fan. Shrewd and cunning, Ling Soo could not fail to realize that the cause had been betrayed by Foy.
The law of the Wu-Fan was death to traitors!
Danger awaited The Shadow!
CHAPTER XIX
THE CHINESE JUNK
THE Pung-Shoon, squat and square rigged, lay at anchor in San Francisco Bay. Solemn, yellow-faced Chinamen, paced its high-set decks. A little motor boat lay beside the wooden ship.
Americans were visiting the Pung-Shoon. One was Joseph Darley. Two others were members of the Civilian Committee. With them were revenue agents.