“How long have you been in Yokohama?” he cried hoarsely.
“Ten days. But I lived here three months before I went to Siberia.”
“And you never looked me up!”
“I tried hard enough. But nobody knew any Johnathan Forge——”
Johnathan started at the pronouncement of his name. He shot a frightened glance around.
“My name is Smith!” he cried—“John Smith!”
“I couldn’t know that, of course,” returned Nathan dryly. He was beginning to recover from the shock of the encounter.
“You must come with me!” declared the father. “You must tell me all about Paris and—home. I will find a place for you to——”
“I’m sorry, father. But Miss Theddon and I are sailing for San Francisco at two o’clock.”
“Not to-day!”