The other backed away before Martin's excited questioning. "No understand," he said. "No woman—no gang. No savvy."
"No savvy—big lie!" cried Martin, and he pounced down upon the gray cap which was lying on the hallway floor. He held it up for the other's inspection. "You savvy this?" he demanded.
The Jap shook his head. His smile was gone, and there was a hostile gleam in his eyes.
"That—no understand," he said crisply. "You come for he Captain—you catch business he Captain!"
Martin saw he could get nothing from this fellow. He was being told very plainly to mind his own business. Very well, this Captain Carew was perhaps a white man.
Without further words, Martin followed the Japanese. They went the length of the hall and paused before the last door, the one before which the light burned. The guide rapped. A deep voice rumbled orders within, chairs scraped, a door slammed, and the door before which they stood was opened.
CHAPTER V
WILD BOB CAREW
Martin lurched forward past the man who opened the door into a room that was brightly lighted by gas and kerosene lamps. It was a room bare of furniture save for a common kitchen table, littered with charts and papers, and several kitchen chairs.