"Now," Ned said, after their first meal in Yokohama was over, "we did not come here to visit the palaces of the wealthy, or to inspect the United States consulate. We"ve got to get down into the slums a bit if we find what I want. The man who led the party that captured Lieutenant Rowe was sent away as soon as he got to his masters. You doubtless understand why. They did not want him implicated in the plot."
"How do you know?" asked Jimmie. "You didn"t see him go, did you?"
"Then he must be up some," Jack said.
"And he left Manila on a boat bound for Yokohama," Frank added. "I know about that, for French gave me a valuable tip. And he was accompanied by an American sailor with a thirst for strong drink."
"I guess you"ve got the idea, all right," Ned said, with a smile. "But I did not state the case exactly as it is. I said that the man who led the party against Lieutenant Rowe was sent away. I should have said that the man suspected of having been at the head of that expedition had mysteriously disappeared from Manila on the very day of his return there after an absence unaccounted for, and that it was believed he had taken a steamer for Yokohama. I stated my conclusions as facts."
"And there was an American sailor with him," insisted Frank.
"Yes, an, American sailor who evidently knew too much. At least, that is the way I figure it out. Now, we are not looking for this high-brow at this time, but for the American sailor."
"That makes it all the pleasanter!" Jack said. "We"ll have a chance to see life in j.a.pan as it is. I"d feel better about this little outing, though, if I knew just what has become of Lieutenant Rowe."
"I often wish we had tried to release him," Ned replied, "but we were lucky to get off with whole hides. Anyway, Pat says they were to release him in a short time, after the plot is perfected. All they wanted was his dispatches, and they will hold him captive only because his release might lead to the premature discovery of the meeting of chiefs on the island."
"Well, let us get busy with the underworld of j.a.pan," Jack said. "I"ll bet we find plenty of American sailors with thirsts."
On a dark night in Yokohama the houses in the section visited by the boys look very much alike. They are drygoods box affairs, two stories high, with peaked roofs, paper walls and narrow piazzas. All the shops are looking for the American sailor.
Ned secured an interpreter, and the boys strolled through a dozen or more cheap joints before they came to a halt and sat down. The places were all alike. There was split matting on the floors, always, and sailors drinking at little tables. There was always a fair grade of tea, always _sake_, always a wheezy graphophone.
One might also buy whiskey, ale and other intoxicating drinks. And there were also the _geisha_ dances and the _nesans_ running up stairs and down with their little white socks and flowery skirts, carrying refreshments. There were also men in _kimonos_ and cowboy hats, the former to give the j.a.panese color and the latter to inform customers that the American trade was catered to!
"How you goin" to know this American sailor when you find him?" asked Jimmie, as the boys sat with steaming cups of tea before them.
"I have his photograph," laughed Ned.
"Let"s see it!" cried Jack.
"I"ll bet it"s a mental photograph!" Jimmie went on. "That is the only kind Ned carries."
"What does he look like?" asked Frank.
"Yes; tell us. We may see him first!" urged Jimmie.
"He"s short, and very broad across the shoulders, with one shoulder lower than the other. He is quite bald, and there is a cicatrice on his left cheek where a Malay cut him. There is a squint in one of his eyes, and there is a scar along the ball of his right thumb."
"Quit your kiddin"!" said Jimmie. "You never saw him."
"Pat saw him," was the reply, "and French and some of the military people at Manila saw him. He left with the man whose acquaintance I want to make, or just before him."
"Seems like looking for a needle in a haymow," Frank said, "but I"ll wager my hat against a swipe in the jaw that we find him."
""We!"" repeated Jimmie, with due scorn.
"For instance," Frank said, "what do you think of the fellow over there talking with the man in the _kimono_ and the derby hat of the vintage of 1880?"
"He"s short and broad, and one of his shoulders is higher than the other," Jimmie replied.
"Don"t attract his attention," Ned warned. "He sat there when we came in, and does not seem to notice us."
"You goin" to geezle him?" asked Jimmie.
"If he were in Manila I certainly should," was the answer, "but it would never answer here. Look!" the lad added. "He seems to be having trouble with one of the waiters."
"He"s gone broke, I guess," Jimmie said, "an" there"s a kick on his bill."
"An American friend would look pretty good to him now," Ned said thoughtfully.
There was in the mind of the boy a thought that circ.u.mstances were favoring him. If he could only befriend the man!
"You don"t suppose the fellow he came here with left him in the lurch, do you?" asked Jimmie, something like Ned"s thought coming to him. "If he did, why--"
"That"s what I"ve been thinking," Ned replied, "Anyway, I"m going over there and have a talk with him."
"Before you blow yourself on him," laughed Jimmie, "look at the ball of his right thumb an" see if there"s a scar there!"
"If he"s a sailorman from New York," Jack put in, "he"ll eat corn out of your hand, like a billy goat! Go on and talk with him, Ned."
Ned arose to his feet and moved toward the table where the sailor sat.
Then he turned back to the boys again.
"If I go away with him," he said, "don"t attempt to follow us. Go back to the hotel and wait for me. You understand, now, Jimmie? No chasing out after me! This is not New York!"
"I"ll be good!" replied the boy, with a wink at Jack.
"You bet you will!" replied Jack, seizing him by the sleeve. "You don"t get away from me to-night. Too much trouble looking you up!"
"What are we to do with that blooming interpreter?" asked Frank, motioning to the j.a.p, who sat a short distance away, where he could not overhear the talk.
"Take him back to the hotel with you," was the reply, "and hold him there until I come."
There was no little excitement around the table where the sailor sat when Ned approached it. The sailor was talking in English, the waiter was talking in his native tongue, and the bystanders were trying to tell each one what the other was saying.
Ned made out from the pigeon English brought forth by the bystanders that the sailor had run up a large bill and was unable to pay it.
"P"lice come!" one of the officious ones said.
The sailor heard the words and stirred uneasily in his seat. After wiggling about for a moment he removed his cap and scratched a bald head thoughtfully. Ned advanced to his side and laid a hand on his arm, whereat the sailor squirmed as if he antic.i.p.ated immediate arrest.
"What"s the trouble, pard?" the boy asked.
The sailor sat back in his chair and regarded Ned with evident suspicion for a moment, then, observing that his interrogator was only a boy, he extended his hand, his bleary eyes showing the pleasure he felt at the meeting.
"You look mighty good to me!" he said, in the tone and manner of a man who had had educational advantages.
"What"s the difficulty?" repeated Ned, taking the hard hand of the other. "I saw the commotion here and thought you might be in trouble.