"True; the fellow has entrapped us very cleverly," replied Doctor Gaylord. "Yet he may be innocent of any intent to do so."

"I'm not going to bank on that," said I. "The consul knows the Chinese, and he says they are crafty. Mai Lo seems to have no more intelligence than a lump of putty, but for that reason he's doubly dangerous. You can't tell how much he knows, or what he thinks."

The Boy Fortune Hunters in China — Part 40

"If we object to that clause in the agreement, we shall acknowledge evil intentions on our part," remarked the doctor; "and, if we say nothing, he may find a way to use that same clause to excuse himself for our murder."

The Boy Fortune Hunters in China — Part 40

"Well," said I, grimly, "I've gone into this thing, and I'm going to stay in--to the finish."

The Boy Fortune Hunters in China — Part 40

"So am I," replied Doctor Gaylord; but I did not like the way he said it.

No one can gain any adequate idea of the magnitude of the Empire of China until he has journeyed up that great waterway, the Yang-tse-Kiang, and observed the millions upon millions of natives that throng both the river and its banks. For the first four hundred miles of its twisting, serpentine course, the Yang-tse seems to wind through one successive village, back of which the skilfully cultivated gardens and fields are visible. The people as a rule seem peaceful and plodding; but we soon discovered a deep-rooted antipathy for foreigners in their character which induced them to regard us with scowling countenances or mischievous jeers. Whenever we tied up at the river-bank they crowded around to mock us and make faces at us like a pack of unruly schoolboys, and we began to realize that we would be far from safe if we ventured among them unprotected.

Our steamer was a wheezy little flat-bottomed affair, which in spite of its awkward appearance breasted the stream energetically and made fairly good time. It had been chartered especially for our party by Mai Lo, and was to carry us as far as Ichang, where we were to take mules and elephants to Kai-Nong.

Mai Lo was now a vastly different personage from the humble and groveling attendant of Prince Kai whom we had first known. He boarded the steamer at Shanghai clothed in gorgeous Chinese raiment of embroidered silks and accompanied by a band of servitors from his own province, whom he had picked up in the city. He was as silent and undemonstrative as ever, but had assumed a new dignity of demeanor. His commands were obeyed by all around him as readily as if he had been an autocrat, or the Emperor himself, and whenever he spoke to any of our party, which was but seldom, there was a suspicion of a sneer in his harsh tones that was very annoying, although his words were so courteous that we could not well find fault with them.