our quarters."

"Come along," Ned said. "We must be getting back."

Rae left the room, saying that he would bring a raincoat, and Jimmie
pointed to a rear apartment where an old Chinaman with a long, sinister
cicatrice on his left cheek was bending over a table.

"That's the Chink who brings our grub," he said. "What is this Rae
person doing here? I don't eat no more grub that Chink brings."

Ned made no reply, for a swinging closet door attracted his attention at
that moment. Inside the narrow closet, on the rough floor, lay a pair
of European shoes. Ned slipped forward and seized one. When Rae
returned it was hidden in a capacious pocket.

"What is it?" whispered Jimmie.

"If I'm not much mistaken," was the reply, "it is the shoe that made the
tracks we have been following."

"Then this Rae person didn't always enter the old house where we are
stopping by the front way," commented Jimmie. "Gee," he added, "I'll
bet he umpired that fight, and the man the Chinks carried off is in this
house now."

There was no more opportunity for conversation between the two boys at
that time, for Rae stood watching them closely, a sneering smile on his
face. Ned turned toward the door.

"Why venture out in the storm?" asked Rae. "Surely, there is no need of
haste. Your friends will not lose themselves during your absence."

"You were ready to go, a moment ago," Ned said.

"It is the storm," the other observed, with a shrug of the shoulders.
"It is increasing in violence every moment."

Glancing into the rear room, Ned saw the old Chinaman leave his work and
pass through a door to the west. The boy thought he recognized a
significant signal as the fellow disappeared,

The lads never knew exactly how it all occurred. They only knew at the
time that there was a quick rush, a flash of weapons, a desperate
struggle, then momentary unconsciousness.

They decided afterwards that their enemies had rushed upon them from
every direction, and that the sneering face of Rae had gloated over
their capture.

"Don't injure them," Rae ordered, as ropes were knotted about the wrists
and ankles of the prisoners. "I'll go out now and see that the two
Black Bears," with a double sneer in his voice, "are taken into camp in
short order. Bad climate, this, for school boys who imitate wild
animals," he added, with a malicious smile. "A bad climate."

"You're all right!" Jimmie called out, as Rae paused in the doorway for
an i