I sprang from my seat and walked straight toward
them. There came a low cry of joy, and then four
outstretched arms--two of them tight-locked about
my neck.

"Tell me," I asked, when we had seated ourselves,
Yuleima's hands still clinging to mine. "After I
left you that last night in the garden, was the boat
where we hid it?"

"Yes."

"Who rowed you to the steamer?"

"My old caique-ji."

"And who got the tickets and passports?"

"Hornstog."




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