"Moon-devil velly mad," said Li Ho. "Honorable Boss no watch step. Moon-devil push—too bad!"
"And the fight in the kitchen? And on the trail?"
Li Ho shook his head.
"No fight anywhere," he said blandly.
"And this long rip in your coat?"
"Too much old coat—catch 'um in bush," said Li Ho.
So when they lifted the body and it was found that the arm beneath the torn coat was useless, Spence said nothing. And somehow they managed to carry the dead man home.
It was dawn when they laid him down. Birds were already beginning to twitter in the trees. Desire would be waking soon. The world was going to begin all over presently. Spence laid his hand gently on the Chinaman's injured arm.
"You saved her, Li Ho," he said. "It is a big debt for one man to owe another."
The Chinaman said nothing. He was looking at the dead face—a curious lost look.