The muffled report of a gun shot came to Ling Soo’s ears. Then came a second. Good!
The smile spread over Ling Soo’s face, and he cackled softly. Both men had done their work. Each had sent a bullet through the black heart of Foy, the traitor!
That made death sure; now there would be no more trouble.
Ling Soo stared about him in the dark; toward the high decks; toward the tall, square-rigged masts. The time had come, yet he was careful and deliberate.
From beneath his robe, Ling Soo produced a gleaming revolver. He pointed it off toward the bay. He pressed the trigger. The gun barked.
It was the signal for action!
Shots cracked from spots about the ship. Loud cries sounded. Ling Soo stood waiting, watching the stairs at the other side of the cabin. His two men would be here in a moment.
A head and shoulders appeared from the stairs; then the body of a man — a crouching, sinister form.
Ling Soo stood petrified.
Foy!