“She will cost only three hundred yen per down and fifteen yen each end per week. Soach a cheap price for a wife!”

It was the grinning face of this matrimonial middleman that brought Bigelow back to his senses. He had said he would marry this little creature, whose limp hands he was holding. He dropped them as though they were the hands of one dead, and drew back.

“I won’t do it!” he almost shouted. “Never!” Then he thought what must be the feelings of the little girl whose yoke of marriage he was refusing, and softened. “I wasn’t thinking when I said I would. I don’t want to marry a Japanese girl. I don’t want to marry any girl. I wouldn’t be doing right, and it wouldn’t be fair to you.” He paused, and then added, lamely, “I think I’d like you awfully, though, if I only knew you.”

“But—” spoke up the nakoda, anxiously, who found his dream of a large fee fading into thin air.

Jack turned upon him quickly and gave him a sharp look, whereat he retired hurriedly.

A look of relief had come over the girl’s face when Jack had cried out that he would not marry her, and at this he wondered much. This relief in her face, however, was succeeded almost instantly by disappointment. But she spoke no further word. She gave him a single hurried glance from beneath fluttering eyelashes, courtesied until her head was almost on a level with his knees, and left him.