They were at the edge of the crowd when a shrill voice called: "Those
two big men! Halt 'em! Stand!"

Officer Akana ran through the crowd with his regulation Colt brandished
above his head.

"The time's come!" said Harrigan's new friend, and broke into a run.




CHAPTER 2


They were past the thick of the mob now and they dodged rapidly among
the cottages until the clamor of police fell away to a murmur behind
them, and they swung out onto the narrow, dark street which led back
toward the heart of Honolulu. For ten minutes they strode along without
a word. Under the light of a street lamp they stopped of one accord.

"I'm McTee."

"I'm Harrigan."

The gripping of the hands was more than fellowship; it was like a test
of strength which left each uncertain of the other's resources. They
were exactly opposite types. McTee was long of face, with an arched,
cruel nose, gleaming eyes, heavy, straight brows which pointed up and
gave a touch of the Mephistophelian to his expression, a narrow,
jutting chin, and lips habitually compressed to a thin line. It was a