“That is enough of this, between gentlemen,” exclaimed Lieutenant Toruma, leaping between the two angry young officers. Hata followed, saying:
“Quite enough!”
“The rest,” remarked Toruma, “can be settled in a much different fashion.”
Dave cooled down a bit, realizing that he had sustained himself by returning the insult in the same form in which it had been delivered. Unless he were struck again he did not propose to discredit himself by brawling in the parlor of a hotel.
Katura, after a moment of sullenness, flashed at Toruma a look that the latter quite understood.
“Have you any idea, Mr. Darrin,” Toruma asked, “when I shall be fortunate enough to find Mr. Dalzell in?”
“Probably at about five-thirty,” Dave answered. “He will wish to dress, and we dine at six.”
“Then we will do ourselves the honor of wishing you good afternoon,” said Hata, bowing low. In another moment the three Japanese had left the room.
“Well, of all the odd experiences!” muttered Ensign Darrin, frowning. After a moment or two he left the parlor, going direct to his apartment.
“Was it Mr. Katura who sent me that medallion?” asked Belle, at once.