rged from the foliage close beside and
entered the trail toward the village. Upon his head he bore a bundle of
firewood.
When he was directly opposite the watchers Theriere sprang suddenly
upon him, clapping a silencing hand over the boy's mouth. In Japanese he
whispered a command for silence.
"We shall not harm you if you keep still," he said, "and answer our
questions truthfully. What village is that?"
"It is the chief city of Oda Yorimoto, Lord of Yoka," replied the youth.
"I am Oda Iseka, his son."
"And the large hut in the center of the village street is the palace of
Oda Yorimoto?" guessed Theriere shrewdly.
"It is."
The Frenchman was not unversed in the ways of orientals, and he guessed
also that if the white girl were still alive in the village she would be
in no other hut than that of the most powerful chief; but he wished to
verify his deductions if possible. He knew that a direct question as to
the whereabouts of the girl would call forth either a clever oriental
evasion or an equally clever oriental lie.
"Does Oda Yorimoto intend slaying the white woman that was brought to
his house last night?" asked Theriere.
"How should the son know the intentions of his father?" replied the boy.
"Is she still alive?" continued Theriere.
"How should I know, who was asleep when she was brought, and only heard
the womenfolk this morning whispering that Oda Yorimoto had brought home
a new woman the night before."
"Could you not see her with your own eyes?" asked Theriere.
"My eyes cannot pass through the door of the little room behind, in
which they still were when I left to gather firewood a half hour since,"
retorted the youth.
"Wot's de Chink sayin'?" asked Billy Byrne, impatient of the
conversation, no word of which was intelligible to him.
"He says, in substance," replied Theriere, with a grin, "that Miss
Harding is still alive, and in the back room of that largest hut in the
center of the village street; but," and his face clouded, "Oda Yorimoto,
the chief of the tribe, is with her."
The mucker sprang to his feet with an oath, and would have bolted for
the village had not Theriere laid a detaining hand upon his shoulder.
"It is too late, my friend," he said sadly, "to make haste now. We
may, if we are cautious, be able to save her life, and later, possibly,
avenge her wrong. Let us act coolly, and after some manner of plan, so
that we may work together, and not throw our lives away u
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