Turning on his heel, Sin Foo disappeared through a near-by door of one of the buildings.
Several minutes slipped by. Dave glanced frequently at the hands of his watch.
“The time is nearly up, Dan,” he announced, at last. “You remain in command of the marines and guard our ammunition and other stores. At the second of five minutes I shall form the sailormen and march through this yamen until I find the missionary party.”
Danny Grin nodded gravely.
“Seamen fall in!” called Ensign Darrin, replacing his watch in his pocket. “Forward, guard left, mar—”
“Stop!” cried a ringing voice. Out of the doorway through which he had vanished appeared Sin Foo, running and waving his arms.
“The governor’s answer?” Dave curtly demanded, turning upon his heel.
“I will take you to the missionary party,” conceded Sin Foo.
“Very well; step with me, then, and lead the way.”
“But you must not take an armed party with you,” protested Sin Foo, looking very much aghast.