"But I am the boy's uncle, and an uncle has paternal power over his
sister's children according to Chinese law. I know the boy by the
birthmark on his wrist," said Lihoa.

"Take your claims into court, and we will settle them there. In the
meantime may peace attend you," repeated the missioner as he left the
man.

Lihoa expected a refusal, for he was not so simple-minded as to believe
that the child would be given over to him without ado, but the answer
that he received, according to his way of thinking, justified his
kidnapping his nephew. He knew a Chinese youth, who was a servant at
the seminary, and to him he went for help to carry out his plan of
getting possession of Peppo. In a nearby tavern he waited for
Totu--for that was the youth's name--knowing that while the missioners
and their pupils were at table, he was accustomed to come here for a
glass of saki, a wine made from burnt rice. When he entered, Lihoa
went and sat down beside him, addressed him as cousin, and ordered and
paid for a second glass of saki. The two conversed for a time in low
tones, then finally Totu said:

"Agreed! The day after to-morrow, at the New Year's celebration, I'll
see to it that you get your nephew, but may the gods of the sea destroy
your ship, if you do not pay me the money you say you will. I must
have three tael to-morrow, for this may cost me my job, and you know,
'No penny, no paternoster'." Lihoa promised what Totu asked, and the
two separated.