The Chinaman looked at him with solemn, unchanging eyes.
“It ain’t the dope!” whispered Spotter. “I ain’t been hittin’ the pipe. Listen, chink. The Shadow is here! Tell Loo Look. You savvy? The Shadow is here.”
The guard shrugged his shoulders.
He had seen many men delirious from the effects of the drug which Loo Look purveyed. This fellow appeared to be another one of them.
“Tell Loo Look.” Spotter’s final whisper was urgent. “The Shadow is here — in this room!”
The wiry Chinaman looked about him.
“Where?” he questioned.
“In a bunk. Next to the last one on the other side. Tell Loo Look. Quick!”
* * *
The Celestial moved away. He did not believe Spotter. The man talked of a shadow. That was the way the opium pipe worked. It made victims see shadows.