Part 4 out of 4
of standing in the presence of the powerful man who had spoken.
"Can you send him here?" was asked.
"I'll try," was the reply.
"Who is your friend?" asked the other, pointing to Captain Harmon.
Ned turned toward the Captain and was amazed at the change which had
taken place in his friend's appearance. The erect naval officer was no
longer at his side. Instead, a shambling, bent figure stood there,
with face bent to the floor.
"A seaman who is on sick leave," Ned replied.
"Well, step outside while we consider what to do in the matter," said
the diplomat. "Chang!" he called.
The shopkeeper appeared at the door.
"Watch these fellows," came the orders. "Watch them, understand!"
The words were spoken in French, a language which Ned understood
something of. The boy glanced keenly toward the man who had answered
to the name of Chang. He decided that he was not a Chinaman.
The three stepped out into the shop together, Ned watching the seeming
Chinaman closely. It was his idea that the fellow would give a signal
which would call a score or more of mercenaries to his assistance. He
believed that it was not the intention of the men in the rear room to
let them leave the place.
When the three neared the center of the shop the alleged Chinaman
lifted a whistle to his lips, as if about to signal. Ned snatched the
whistle away and seized the fellow by the throat.
"Now, Captain," he whispered.
The Captain, now his old self, sprang forward and the shopkeeper was
soon tied fast, gagged, and laid behind one of the counters. Then the
two walked calmly out of the place.
Jimmie paused long enough to lean over the counter and make a face at
the prisoner, then followed on.
"You know the truth now?" asked Ned, as the two stopped on a street
corner not far away.
"The name of the meddlesome power is no longer a mystery?"
"Yes, I understand that, but what are we to do?"
"Make our report."
"Then you think the case is closed?" asked the Captain.
"Well," replied Ned, "we have all the documents, and we have the name
of the diplomat who was waiting for Moore. What more do you want?"
"Rather a clean job of it," mused the Captain. "I wonder what the
Washington people will say when the papers are laid before them; with
the name of the man Moore was doing business with?"
"What will be done about it?"
"Nothing. All Uncle Sam can do is to block such games."
"And the Moores and Babcock?"
"They may be punished for attempting to wreck the Sea Lion."
"I don't like diplomatic cases," Ned said. "The rascals usually get
free of punishment."
"Well," Captain Moore said, "suppose we go on board the Union while we
can. As soon as the alleged shopkeeper is found behind the counter,
there will be the dickens to pay. They will know that the identity of
the big gun has been established, and every attempt to murder us will
"You think the man knew you?" asked Ned.
"I don't know. You noticed how I changed my attitude all I could when
he looked at me. I rather fancied he saw something military about me
"Then we may as well go aboard," Ned said.
"You have made a wonderful success of the mission," the Captain said,
that night. "You have done everything expected of you and more. Has it
"Well," was the reply, "we have been kept busy!"
The Captain laughed and pointed to the shore of the inlet in which the
"There are people who want to come aboard!" he said. "See the
commotion on shore?"
"Shall you permit them to board?"
"Decidedly not. I have cabled to Washington for instructions. Until
they arrive I shall keep everybody off the boat."
"That listens good to me," Ned said.
Boats which seemed to have no business there prowled around the
warship all night, and once a sneak was caught hanging to the forward
chains. However, no one succeeded in getting aboard.
In the morning the Captain came to Ned's cabin with a number of
cablegrams, all from Washington.
"I have orders for you," he said.
Ned yawned and shook his head.
"Not for a submarine trip," he said.
"I am going north," the Captain said, "north through the China Sea,
into the Yellow Sea, and so on to the Gulf of Pechili. Do you know
where that is?"
"It is the highway to Peking," laughed Ned. "I hope you are not going
"Sure, and you are going with me."
"What for?" asked the boy.
"To find the two men who sat at the table with the diplomat at
Canton," was the reply. "The Government wants them."
"We might have taken them, a few hours ago," mused Ned.
"Doubtful," said the Captain. "Besides, there is other work for you in
the Imperial City. Your friends are going with us, and the Sea Lion is
to be left here."
"And the prisoners?"
"They remain on board. In fact, the Government has a surprise for the
conspirators. We may want Babcock and the Moores at Peking."
"And you'll send the papers to Washington?"
"Yes. Write your report, briefly, for they now know a lot about the
wonderful success you have had."
"But how are we to get from the coast to Peking?" asked Ned. "It is
quite a trip, and the diplomats will be after us."
"Motorcycles have been provided," was the reply, "and a flying
squadron of my boys will go with you."
"Whoopee!" yelled Jimmie, who entered the cabin just in time to hear
the latter part of the talk. "Me for the Chink land! I'll go and tell
Frank and Jack."
The boy dashed off, and all preparations for the trip were made.
That night the Union sailed out of the China Sea. The case of the
missing papers was closed. The gold was still at the bottom of the
sea, but that was not Ned's fault. He had followed orders. However,
the gold could be taken out at any time. The discovery of the men who
had conspired with the famous diplomat could not wait.
What the boys did, the luck they had, and the adventures they met
with, on the way from the coast to the Imperial City, will be told in
the next volume of this series, "Boy Scouts on Motorcycles; or, With
the Flying Squadron."