MYSTERY OF THE CHINESE RING
By ANDY ADAMS
No. 2 in the Biff Brewster Mystery Adventure series

From the dust jacket:
Burma! Bill Brewster can hardly believe he'll soon be flying to Burma to visit his Uncle Charlie. Not even when a green jade ring comes hurtling through his bedroom window is he hilly aware of the excitement and danger awaiting him.
Is the ring a good-luck 'charm or a bad omen? Biff suspects that Uncle Charlie's sudden departure from Cape Canaveral to Burma might well have international implications, and that the ring is a warning.
But even with a warning. Biff is still a boy alone in a strange country. As be disembarks at Rangoon, the young adventurer walks straight into an attempted kidnaping. Using his wits, Bill escapes from his captors only to learn that his uncle is somewhere in the heart of Red China, perhaps in serious trouble.
Horrified at the news. Bill persuades Chuba. a Burmese boy, to lead him through the jungle swamplands and across the Chinese border. Once in forbidden enemy territory. Bill uncovers the strange meaning of the jade ring, learns of the secret mission which has brought his uncle to Red China, and discovers a startling project of vital importance to the United States.
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The Biff Brewster series 
1. Brazilian Gold Mine Mystery, 1960 
2. Mystery of the Chinese Ring, 1960 
3. Hawaiian Sea Hunt Mystery, 1960
4. Mystery of the Mexican Treasure, 1961 
5. African Ivory Mystery, 1961
6. Alaska Ghost Glacier Mystery, 1961
7. Mystery of the Ambush in India, 1962 
8. Mystery of the Caribbean Pearls, 1962 
9. Egyptian Scarab Mystery, 1963
10. Mystery of the Tibetan Caravan, 1963
11. British Spy Ring Mystery, 1964
12. Mystery of the Arabian Stallion, 1964
13. Mystery of the Alpine Pass, 1965 

A BIFF BREWSTER MYSTERY ADVENTURE
MYSTERY OF THE CHINESE RING
By ANDY ADAMS
GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS
© GROSSET & DUNLAP, INC., 1960
AtL RIGHTS RESERVKI) PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Mystery of the Chinese Ring

Contents
I A Mysterious Gift
II Beware, Biff!
III Under Chinese Eyes
IV A Fortune Cooky
V Jack Hudson
VI Interrupted Message
VII A "Spirited" Box
VIII Still Missing
IX Into the Jungle
X The Barrier
XI Inside China
XII Shooting the Yangtze Rapids
XIII The First Clue
XIV The Circling Plane
XV Bandits!
XVI Strange Discovery
XVII A Red Hot Lead
XVIII The House of Kwang
XIX Uncle Charlie's Story
XX Muscles "Muscles" In
XXI Out of the Frying Pan
XXII Hong Kong and Points East

CHAPTER I
A Mysterious Gift

Biff Brewster was suddenly awake-wide awake. The gray light of dawn outlined the window of his first-floor bedroom. Something-or someone- was outside. He felt sure of it. Something had prodded him out of his deep sleep with startling suddenness.
For a moment he lay still, eyes on the window, his ears sharply tuned for the slightest sound. He knew, of course, that he might have been awakened by a stray dog, or a night-prowling cat. But he didn't think so.
Very carefully, Biff slipped out of his bed. Barefooted, he padded noiselessly toward the window, taking care to remain outside the dim shaft of early light coming through. He moved to one side of the window and peered out cautiously. He detected a slight movement beneath a gnarled apple tree about thirty
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feet away. Then suddenly, swiftly, a figure emerged from behind the protection of the tree's drooping limbs. The figure came at a run toward the window. It was a man, small and slight of build. He was wearing blue jeans and a sweat shirt. On the shirt's front there was an athletic letter-Biff couldn't make it out-cut from luminous cloth, making it glow faintly in the dawn's light.
Biff drew back, pressing his body against the wall. A moment later a white object, the size of a baseball, came hurtling into the room, tearing a hole in the screen. It fell with a dull plop on Biff's pillow. Biff held his breath, waiting. The man was leaving the yard on the run. At the sidewalk, he slowed to a casual saunter. Apparently he did not want to risk attracting the attention of some early riser.
Biff waited. He counted slowly to a hundred, to make sure his strange visitor was gone. Once more he looked out the window. Nothing moved in the eerie light of the dawn. Biff turned away. Had he waited a few seconds longer, he would have seen two men leave the shadows of a corner tree and stealthily follow the hurler of the object.
Biff snapped on the reading light by his bed and picked up the object that had been tossed through his window. It was a round white rock, one of those used to outline his mother's herb garden. More interesting was the heavy piece of twine tied tightly around it. At the other end of the twine was a ring. It

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was a man's heavy ring, set with a square-cut green stone. Biff examined it carefully. The stone was dull, not glittering. He wasn't sure, but he thought it was jade. He looked at the ring more closely. On its face there was an intricately etched marking. "A design?" he wondered. "No, it looks more like Chinese writing."
Twisted into a knot around the ring was a small piece of paper. Biff unfolded it carefully and smoothed it out.
"Fortune shines upon, and the gods protect, the wearer of this ring" he read.
" 'Protect!' " Biff thought angrily. "Why, that rock could have conked me but good if I hadn't left my bed."
Biff reread the printed message. "Now what, just what," he thought, "has this got to do with me?" He stretched out on his bed, cupping his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling. Unable to read any sense into the message, or the mysterious manner in which the ring had come to him, Biff jumped out of bed and made for the shower.
Under the pelting needlelike spray, he threw back his broad shoulders and let the water sting his face and soak his light-brown hair. Afterward he toweled himself vigorously, dressed quickly, and placed the ring on his key chain. He knew his father would be up, even though it was only six-thirty. Maybe his father Would have some ideas about this or, at least, a couple of good guesses.
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Biff bounded into the kitchen.
"Morning, Dad. Say, what do you think happened-" He stopped short as he saw his mother come out of the pantry. He didn't want to mention the ring incident in front of her. Not yet, anyway. Not until he had discussed it with his father. He knew his mother already was worried enough about his impending trip to far-off Rangoon. Tomorrow was the day he was leaving.
"Good morning, Biff," his father greeted him. "What were you saying?"
"Er-I was just saying it so happens I'm hungry enough to eat a crocodile. Good morning, Mother. What's for breakfast?"
"Certainly not crocodile," Mrs. Brewster replied. "Even if you and your father do say crocodile steaks are delicious. Ugh!" She gave a quick shudder.
Father and son looked at one another and smiled. They had had to eat crocodile on their Brazilian adventure when their food supplies had run short.
"What's on the program this nice bright Saturday morning?" Biff's mother asked, putting large portions of scrambled eggs and bacon before Biff and his father.
Before a reply could be made, Biff's brother and sister, Ted and Monica, eleven-year-old twins, burst into the room.
"Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!" they shouted together.
"Gee, Biff, just think, tomorrow you'll be on your
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Way to Rangoon in Burma, to visit Uncle Charlie," Ted said enviously.
"Wish I could go, too," Monica chimed in.
"You! Why, you're a girl," Ted said derisively.
"Now, no arguments, you two," Mrs. Brewster said. "Drink your orange juice. I'll start your eggs."
"How far from Indianapolis is it to Rangoon?" Monica asked.
"Quite a way. Six or seven thousand miles at least," Mr. Brewster replied.
"You ever been there, Dad?" Ted asked.
"No. I envy Biff. Rangoon is one of the places in this world I've missed so far."
"And about the only one, Dad, isn't it?" Biff asked.
"There are a few others," his father replied. "Maybe if I had started out as young as you are, I'd have made them, too. For a sixteen-year-old, you've been about this world of ours quite a bit, me boy-o. Well, I'm all for it."
"I am too, Dad," Biff agreed. "Remember the time in Brazil, when we-"
"Hold it!" Mrs. Brewster interrupted, laughing. "Don't you two get started talking about your adventures. There's just this one more day before Biff leaves, and my goodness, what a lot has to be done!"
Biff smiled. He knew there was hardly anything left to be done. His mother had finished packing for him the day before.
Just as Mrs. Brewster brought the twins their eggs,
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the telephone rang. Monica started to get up. She answered every phone call.
"You sit still and eat those eggs while they're hot, young lady. I'll take the call," Mrs. Brewster said.
Biff and his father saw a puzzled look come over her face as she answered the telephone.
"Yes? I understand. This morning? All right, I'll tell them."
When she returned to the breakfast table she said, "That was Charlie's friend, that Chinese merchant, Mr. Ling. Ling Tang, isn't it?"
"Why, yes. What did he want?" Tom Brewster asked.
"He said it is most urgent that you and Biff see him before Biff leaves for Rangoon."
CHAPTER II
Beware, Biff!
"I THINK we'd better get down to Ling Tang's shop this morning," Mr. Brewster said. "It must be something important for him to have called so early. Especially if he knows Biff is leaving for Burma tomorrow."
Biff waited until his father had finished his second cup of coffee, and then rose from the table.
"All set, Dad?" he asked. "I'll get the car."
Not until they were in the car did Biff bring up the subject of the ring.
"What do you think of this, Dad?" He took his key chain from his pocket, removed the ring, and placed it in his father's hand.
Thomas Brewster looked at the ring carefully. "It's a beautiful ring. Jade. Where did you get it?"
"Someone threw it at me this morning," Biff said, a grin on his tanned face.
"Threw it at you? What do you mean?"
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Biff explained quickly, then handed the note to his father.
"Read this."
Mr. Brewster read the words: "Fortune shines upon, and the gods protect, the wearer of this ring" He looked back at his son, shaking his head in puzzlement.
"This is all? You haven't any idea who the man was?"
"Not the faintest, Dad."
"H-m-m." Mr. Brewster studied the ring again. "Jade, and it looks Chinese. That call from Ling Tang may be connected with this in some way."
"Hey! Maybe you've hit on something!" Biff exclaimed.
It was nine o'clock when Biff and his father entered the small Chinese curio shop of Ling Tang. Ling Tang, a small, neat man in his middle thirties, greeted them with a deep bow.
"You honor my humble establishment by your presence," he said.
"Rather it is you who honor us by inviting us here," Mr. Brewster replied, falling easily into the polite form of greeting used by the Chinese.
Ling Tang's shop was filled with graceful Chinese urns and vases, beautifully decorated with green and red dragons, flowers, and tree-filled valleys. Chinese fans hung from wires stretched from wall to wall. In glass-covered cases were carved idols of jade and deli-
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cate pieces of ivory. A heavy aroma of incense filled the small store.
Ling Tang had attended Butler University in Indianapolis with Charles Keene, the uncle Biff was going to visit. They had become close friends, and this had led to a friendship with the entire Brewster family. On graduating, Ling Tang had returned to China. After several years, when the political atmosphere of Red China had put a stern, cruel check on freedom of movement and freedom of speech, Ling Tang had fled his beloved country and returned to America. He had opened his shop and thrived.
"We received your message, Tang," Mr. Brewster said.
Ling Tang placed the tips of his long, well-cared-for fingers together.
"It is true that your son goes to Burma soon?"
"Yes. Tomorrow."
Tang's face remained expressionless. "Perhaps what I have to tell you is of no importance. I do not wish to alarm you." He paused. "This trip was arranged several months ago?"
Biff and his father nodded their heads.
"And there has been no attempt to keep it secret?"
"There was no need to," Thomas Brewster stated.
"I wonder. Was the boy's trip not arranged when my good friend Charles Keene visited here last?"
"Yes. But I don't see-" Biff began.
"Your Uncle Charles had just returned from Cape Canaveral, had he not?"
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Biff nodded his head. Uncle Charlie had been in the Navy for several years. He was a pilot in the squadron of planes assigned to tracking missiles fired from the Cape into the South Atlantic. It was the squadron's task to recover the instrument-loaded nose cones dropped from the powerful rockets.
Uncle Charlie had bounced around the w'orld quite a bit. He had flown a fighter plane during the Korean conflict and had traveled as much as he could about the Orient on his furlough time. He remained in the Navy following Korea, and was delighted when he was assigned to Canaveral. But after two years there, his traveling feet told him, "I want out." So he had resigned his commission to join an old pilot friend establishing a fleet of planes for Explorations Unlimited, in Burma. Charles Keene wanted badly to get back to the Orient. He was fascinated by the eastern countries so different from his own.
"I'm interested in the money, too," he told the Brewster family on his visit. "There're plenty of American businesses building up in the Orient. Flying for this outfit in Burma is real opportunity and big money. I want some of both before I'm too old."
Explorations Unlimited had its headquarters at Un-hao, on the Irrawaddy River, northeast of Rangoon near the Chinese border.
"Why don't you ship Biff out to me for a few weeks?" Uncle Charlie had suggested. "He could get a glimpse of the other side of the world-learn a lot, too."
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Those words had been music to Biff's young ears. A family council had been held, and it had been agreed that the trip would be a good way for Biff to spend the remainder of his summer vacation.
"About a month after your uncle's visit," Tang continued, "two men, countrymen of mine, traveling on Burmese passports, arrived here. They asked many questions about your uncle."
"I still don't see what that has to do with Biff's going to Rangoon," Mr. Brewster said.
"I try your patience," Tang said. "Now to my point. Only last night these same two men came again to our city. This time, they were most curious about your son, Biff"
CHAPTER III
Under Chinese Eyes
"YOU said two men," Biff repeated. "I'll just bet you that one of them was the joker who paid me a visit this morning!"
"You had a visitor? Early this morning?" Ling Tang asked.
"I'll say I did. Not a visitor, though. A spy, maybe -sneaking around the yard and-"
"Hold it, Biff," his father interrupted. "Why don't you show Mr. Ling what the intruder brought you?"
"Brought me," Biff muttered to himself as he opened the safety catch of his key chain. "Some way to bring anything to someone!" He removed the ring from a tangle of keys-to his foot-locker, his suitcase, a "secret" box, and to several things he had long since forgotten about. Taking the ring by the thick circle of gold, he held it out to the Chinese gentleman.
Ling took the ring in his thin hands. He looked at it carefully.
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"A beautiful piece of jade," he murmured. Bringing the ring closer to his eyes, he took a loupe-a jeweler's magnifying glass-from his pocket to inspect the ring more minutely. While he did this, Biff filled him in on how the ring had been "delivered."
"Exquisitely carved," Tang said, removing the loupe from his eye.
"What's carved on it?" Biff asked.
"It's the Chinese character which, roughly, would stand for the capital letter 'K.' "
"Does that have any significance for you, Tang?" Mr. Brewster asked.
"Indeed it does. This is the ring of the great House of Kwang. Before the Communists took over, it was one of the richest and strongest houses in all China. This ring was worn by the Great Lord of the house, and by his sons, the young lords."
"It's funny I should get one of them," Biff said, laughing. "I'm no young lord."
Ling Tang smiled. "Most mysterious, true," he agreed.
"And if they wanted to give me a ring, why didn't they just send it to me, instead of throwing it through my window and ruining the screen?"
"You did receive it in a most dramatic fashion."
"You can bet all the tea in China I did," Biff said.
"Perhaps, young man," Ling said, "you received it as you did, so that he who presented it to you could keep his identity a secret. Even more important"-
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Ling paused to drive home his point-"he did it to keep you from seeing what he looked like."
Biff and his father exchanged concerned glances.
"Were you acquainted with the House of Kwang? Did you know its master?" Mr. Brewster asked.
"It is an old, old family, once strong, once rich." An expression of sadness passed fleetingly across Tang's face. "Until the Reds moved in and made ruthless changes, the House of Kwang lived in the same age-old feudal manner as had the founder of the family generations ago. They had rich farm lands and houses of many courts. In the Old Lord's house, he who was called the Ancient One, there were more than a hundred courts. In America you would call them apartments or suites. Each court had its sleeping room. A room for eating. And a room, beautifully decorated with a small fish pond in its center, where the lords of the house would go to think and meditate and honor the memories of their fathers and their fathers' fathers."
"And this no longer exists?" Mr. Brewster asked his friend.
"Gone. All gone. The farm lands divided up into small communes; the mines, the grain-storage house snatched away. But the family still clings together. They still resist. Many of them are in hiding from local Red officials. The earthly possessions of the House of Kwang have been torn from them. But the family is still a proud one. They aid one another, even to
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helping the older members escape into the free world."
Thomas Brewster had been doing some heavy thinking. "Tang," he said. "Tell me this. In what part of China was the House of Kwang located?"
"In the province of Yunnan, south and somewhat west of Kunming, the capital of the province."
Mr. Brewster was creating the map of China in his mind's eye. "That would be near the border of Burma."
Ling Tang nodded his head gravely.
"Not far from Unhao, on the Irrawaddy River?" Biff's father inquired.
"Your memory of China is excellent, my friend. Once the Old Lord, Tao Kwang, made annual pilgrimages to Rangoon to visit the shrine of the Gautama Buddha, the magnificent pagoda of Shwe Dagon."
Biff was beginning to put the pieces together. "I still don't get it loud and clear, but Uncle Charlie's located at Unhao. That's where I'm going. And Uncle Charlie's in Rangoon a lot, isn't he?"
"Yes, Biff. He is."
"But the ring-why would someone want me to have it? Do you suppose they want me to take it with me?"
"That, my boy, is the question we'd all like to have the answer to," Mr. Brewster replied.
"Gosh. Maybe I shouldn't take the ring with me."
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Tang spoke up quickly. "Oh, but I think you should. Its manner of delivery hints of peril. But its message speaks of fortune and safety."
Biff took the ring back. As he did so, a young, smiling Chinese entered the store hurriedly.
"So sorry, revered elder cousin, so sorry to be late. I change quickly and take over my duties."
Tang smiled as the young Chinese hurried to the rear of the store. Biff had noticed the young man was wearing jeans and a sweat shirt. On the front of the shirt was the letter "K!" Biff turned and looked sharply after him.
"Who was that, sir?" Biff inquired of Ling Tang.
"My young cousin-one of them," Tang said. "He works afternoons for the Kirby Ice Cream Co. He is much enthused about your game of soft ball. He is of the team called the Kirby Koolers."
"Well, thanks for your information, Tang. Guess we'd better be going," Mr. Brewster said.
"I'll say hello to Uncle Charlie for you, Mr. Ling," Biff said.
"That will be most kind of you," the Chinese replied.
Both bowed to Ling Tang, and he returned their gesture with a deep bow of his own.
Biff and his father were thoughtful as they walked to their parked car. Something was building. No doubt about that. But what? What was the answer to, or the connection between, the spying stranger, the
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ring, and Biff's coming visit to his Uncle Charlie? The answers to those questions were not to be found that day.
At home, Mrs. Brewster's first question was, "Biff, who ruined the screen in your room?"
Biff looked helplessly at his father, who merely shrugged his shoulders.
"A rock, Mother. This morning, early. Fooling around . . ."
"I thought, young man, you were old enough to know better than to toss rocks around carelessly."
Biff heaved a sigh of relief. He was going to get out of this easily. Neither he nor his father wanted to tell Mrs. Brewster the real reason for the hole in the screen. They didn't want to worry her.
"Now," Mrs. Brewster said briskly, "we've lots to do today. We'll have no time in the morning. We'll have to leave for the airport early. Now here's what I want you to do, Biff . . ."
* * *
On the morning of his departure, Biff again woke early. He could hear noises throughout the house and sniffed at the friendly smells of breakfast being prepared. Everybody was up. They were all going with him to the airport. Biff looked at his watch. It was nearly seven by the time he was dressed. In one hour and fifteen minutes he would be air-borne, on his way to Chicago, the first leg in a journey that would take him halfway around the world.
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Breakfast was a funny kind of a meal that morning -not the food, but the way the whole family acted. The twins, of course, kept up a steady, excited chatter. Any trip to the airport made them bubble like a bottle of pop. But Biff and his mother and father either all tried to talk at the same time, or suddenly remained silent at the same time.
"Biff gets all the breaks," Ted complained. "Don't see why I can't go, too."
"Because you're too young, that's why," retorted his twin sister, Monica. "You're just eleven."
"You are, too," the younger boy shot back. "Way you act, anybody'd think you were older'n me."
"Your time will come, Ted," Mr. Brewster said, acting as a peacemaker between his youngest children. "When you're five years older, like Biff, the world will still be here. There'll be plenty of chances for you to spread your wings and fly."
"Right," said Ted emphatically. "And I'll go by rocket."
"But what about me? I'm a girl," Monica wailed.
"Yes, Tom. Answer that one," Martha Brewster said with a laugh. "Don't worry, Monica," she continued, "we women will show these men a thing or two."
"Like what?" the girl said, pouting.
"Like how fast you can get ready. Right now. We have to leave for the airport."
As they drove into the busy terminal, Biff felt a
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lump in the pit of his stomach. First signs of homesickness, he thought. It had happened before. Biff always felt homesick at these last moments. But once he was under way, the feeling left him. Except sometimes late at night, just before he fell asleep.
This time, though, it was different. This was the first time Biff was going to be all on his own. Before, his adventures had been shared with his father. True, he'd be with his Uncle Charlie, but as nice a guy as Uncle Charlie was, uncles weren't the same as fathers.
Biff checked in and had his ticket cleared. At the gate, he ruffled his brother's hair, gave him a quick hug, and turned to Monica. He lifted her off her feet and planted a big "smack" on her plump cheek. Unashamedly, he embraced his mother in front of the crowded gate, then turned to his father.
The two shook hands, and Mr. Brewster placed a hand on Biff's shoulder.
"You have the ring in a safe place?" he asked softly.
Biff nodded his head and touched his side trouser pocket. He had fastened the key chain to a longer, stronger chain which was attached to his belt loop.
"I wouldn't display it, Biff."
Biff nodded. He felt tears coming to his eyes, but he was through the gate and up the plane's loading platform before anyone could see them. Moments later, the plane was taxiing out to the runway for the take-off. Biff, looking through the window, could see his family waving.
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After the plane's four engines had been warmed up and tested, the giant airliner lurched forward, and in seconds was air-borne. First stop Chicago. Change to a jetliner for San Francisco. Next stop Hawaii. Then Tokyo, Hong Kong, and finally Rangoon.
Biff unfastened his seat belt when the lighted sign snapped off, and looked about him. The plane was only half filled. He glanced to the rear, and his heart started pounding. Seated in the last seat on the plane's starboard side were two Chinese. They returned Biff's stare without expression. One of them, Biff noticed, seemed to have but one good eye. The other eye was nothing but a thin slit.
CHAPTER IV
A Fortune Cooky
BIFF'S connections at Chicago with the jetliner for San Francisco went without a hitch. In less than an hour the sleek, silvery plane was in the air, circling over the bustling city of Chicago. It pointed its slender nose westward, and began a race with the sun to the Pacific Ocean.
The liner seemed to hang motionless over the broad plains of the West. Even the towering peaks of the Rocky Mountains passed backward beneath the plane slowly, as if the plane were barely moving, instead of slicing through the air at nearly 700 miles per hour.
Once they were in the air, Biff, as casually as he could, had let his eyes sweep the length of the plane, trying to see if the two Chinese were still with him. There were no Orientals on this flight.
By early afternoon the plane had left the mountains behind it and was starting its long glide to lose altitude as it neared San Francisco. Far ahead, Biff could see
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the blue waters of the Pacific, sparkling under the rays of the sun, now standing high in the sky. Before he realized it, the plane was circling over San Francisco Bay. Biff saw the beautiful Golden Gate Bridge, arching gracefully over the harbor.
After a two-hour layover, during which time Biff's papers and baggage were cleared by customs, the boy boarded the plane which was to take him to his final destination, Burma.
The sun had a good lead on the plane by the time the huge airliner took off. It would soon disappear over the horizon, and darkness would greet the touchdown in Honolulu.
Once the plane was over the water, Biff turned in his seat for a final glance at his homeland. He could just see the hills of San Francisco, fading rapidly behind him. As he turned more toward the front, his eye was caught by two Chinese passengers.
Biff looked at them closely. They were dressed in long, flowing robes. The robes were brightly colored in greens and reds and were gold-trimmed. Their wearers had tight skull caps worn low on their foreheads, and each wore heavy, dark sun glasses. Could they be the same two who had been on the plane with him from Indianapolis to Chicago? For a closer look, Biff Walked to the rear of the plane for a drink of water. He stood just in back of the pair and inspected the men closely. They could be the same men, he decided. But he couldn't be sure. It was difficult for
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him to tell one Chinese from another. And the change, if these were the same two, from American clothes to Oriental, made such a difference that it was impossible for Biff to be certain.
Biff decided on a bold move. He stopped at the seat where the two Orientals sat impassively, staring straight ahead.
"I'm going to Rangoon," he said, a friendly smile breaking out on his face. "To a place very near the Chinese border. Are you going to Rangoon, or Hong Kong?"
There was no answer.
"Don't you speak English?" Biff asked.
"I'm afraid they don't," a voice said behind him.
Biff whirled. It was the stewardess. "Can I help you?"she asked.
"No," Biff said lamely. "I was just-er-just going to get a glass of water."
The stewardess moved on. Biff downed the glass of water which he didn't need and started back to his seat. As he came to the side where the Chinese were sitting, he decided to try a little trick.
He bent toward the floor of the plane.
"Is that your glasses case on the floor?" he asked.
The Chinese in the outside seat bent forward. His hand reached down, feeling by his feet. Then, quickly realizing he had given himself away, he sat up straight, and stared ahead.
A big smile of satisfaction decorated Biff's face as
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he settled himself in his seat. He knew one thing about them at least. They understood English-but good! And they could have taken another airline from Chicago to San Francisco.
Biff's swift flight was without further incident as the plane sped across the Pacific. Then he was on the last leg-the flight from Hong Kong to Rangoon.
It was the middle of the afternoon, an hour after the take-off from Hong Kong. Rangoon was still nearly three hours away. The stewardesses were serving tea. With it they served almond cookies and, as a favor from the air lines, each passenger received a fortune cooky, a small delicate piece of folded, crisply cooked dough. Inside each fortune cooky was a narrow ribbon of paper on which was printed a short saying-usually humorous. Biff remembered them from the Chinese restaurant he went to with the family every so often back in Indianapolis.
He smiled as he remembered one he had once gotten. It had read: "Man who count chickens before they hatch is egghead."
Biff finished his tea. He reached for the fortune cooky. Just as he did so, someone lurched against his shoulder, upsetting the tray. Cup, saucer, and fortune cooky fell to the floor. Both Biff and the awkward passenger reached to pick up the scrambled tray. Biff's eyes met his helper's-it was one of the two Chinese! There was no reason for him to have stumbled. The plane was flying smoothly. It appeared to
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Biff that the shoulder bumping had been intentional.
"So sorry," the Chinese said. His dark glasses glinted as he straightened up. "Too bad. Fortune cooky smashed to bits. But slip of paper still okay."
Smiling briefly, he handed Biff the slender slip of tissue paper, and made his way hurriedly forward.
Biff watched him go, still puzzled by the man's action. The boy smoothed out the slip. It had only a Chinese character scrawled on it. Through the Chinese printing had been drawn a red "X." "Now what the dickens is this?" Biff thought. He started to crumple the paper, but something about it held his attention. There was something familiar about it. Then he had it. Carefully, he took out his key chain. He bent low, and compared the character on the cooky slip with that on the surface of the ring's green stone. They were identical-the letter "K!"-the seal of the lords of the House of Kwang.
Was this a warning of some kind? Did the red "X" cancel out the protection and good fortune the ring was supposed to insure? But why? Why? Biff's brain kept signaling that one word with its question mark.
The plane climbed over the coastal mountains of Viet Nam, dropped down to skim over the rice fields of Thailand, then swung out over the Bay of Bengal for its approach to Rangoon.
As the plane banked, Biff could see the many mouths of the Irrawaddy River, spread out like long fingers from the broad, brown arm of the river itself.
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The plane came low over the bay on its approach to the city, and Biff could see the colorful sails of the dhows, the native craft which dotted the harbor. Some of the sails were bright red, some dirty brown. Many wore patches of every color of the rainbow.
The plane followed the course of the Hlaing River, twenty-one miles inland to the city of Rangoon. Standing out against the low, white buildings, Biff saw the pagoda of Shwe Dagon, rising nearly 400 feet skyward. It was entirely covered with gold leaf which glistened in the setting sun. Then he remembered. Ling Tang had told him this was the important shrine of Buddha where the head of the House of Kwang used to worship.
Biff stretched and twisted. In spite of the cooky accident and the red "X," he smiled. "Almost there, at last," he said to the passing stewardess.
The long trip had been pleasant enough, but being confined to a plane for three days and three nights had become monotonous. Just as soon as he could, Biff bounded down the ramp from the airliner and ran eagerly to the entrance of the airport terminal.
Through the portal into the terminal, Biff was caught up in a swirling mass of figures. Fat merchants, skinny students, long-robed mandarins, ragged beggars, and men in the uniforms of all the world's military forces milled about the huge room. Biff searched the crowds, trying to spot his Uncle Charlie. He was nowhere to be seen.
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Worried minutes followed. Then Biff saw a tall, very thin Oriental, wearing a long, straight white robe approach. The man came up to Biff. With hands clasped to his chest, he bowed low.
"Sahib Brewster?" he asked.
"I'm Biff Brewster," the boy answered, thinking, "Gee, I'm a sahib!"
"I come from Sahib Charles Keene. He had planned to meet you. However, an emergency arose, and he had to fly to the north. But he should be back at Un-hao by the time we get there."
"Oh." Biff was slightly shaken by this unexpected turn of events. "And how do we get there, then?"
"It is all arranged. Another pilot was dispatched to pick you up when your uncle was unable to come himself. Come. If you will follow me, even now the plane is ready." The Oriental turned, and a path in the human mass seemed to open for him.
Biff followed, still not sure of this man.
"Hey," he called. "Wait a minute!"
The Oriental paused and turned to the boy.
"I'd like to know your name," Biff said. "I don't like calling people just 'hey.' "
The Oriental's puzzled expression changed to a slight smile as understanding of Biff's "hey" came to him. "I am called Nam Palung, head of the servants in your uncle's house."
"Okay, Nam. But what about getting through customs?"
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"That is all arranged. Your uncle is a man of much importance and influence. Come. We must hurry before darkness spreads its mantle upon the land."
Biff didn't like being rushed like this. "Yeah, but what about my luggage-my suitcase and trunk?"
"Even now they precede us to the plane. All is cared for."
The whole business seemed a bit cockeyed to Biff, but then, shrugging his shoulders, he followed Nam to the northern exit of the terminal.
Nam walked quickly, his fast, short steps limited by the skirt of his robe. Even so, Biff had to step up his pace to stay with the man.
Suspicion again came to Biff as they left the terminal building and appeared to be taking a direction away from the airport.
"Look, Nam. Just where are we going? The airstrips are back that way."
"Those, Sahib Brewster," Nam replied, "are for the commercial airlines planes. Private planes, such as those used by Explorations Unlimited, use a different part of the field."
Biff's suspicions dropped a degree. Nam's explanation made sense. His suspicions dropped still further when Nam reached a jeep, and with a low bow, indicated that Biff was to get in.
An American jeep, Biff thought. They're found everywhere. The small vehicle represented home and
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safety to Biff. He hopped aboard, and Nam took his place behind the wheel. Biff looked across the airport where a mile away, several small planes were clustered. He figured that was where they were heading. He heard a rustling behind him and turned abruptly. In the jeep's rear seat now sat, as if they had appeared out of thin air, two more Orientals. Both were dressed like Nam. But, as Biff looked at them more closely, he noticed that each man's hand was partly thrust into a fold of his robe, and each hand clasped the hilt of a slender dagger. Biff turned to Nam, alarmed.
"Who are those men-with knives-" His voice shook in spite of his attempt to control it.
Nam interrupted. His manner was no longer courteous, his voice no longer smooth. His reply was stern and harsh.
"You will remain silent. Any outcry, any attempt to escape, and my men have been told to use those knives."
CHAPTER V
Jack Hudson
NAM PALUNG meant business. There was no question about that. But Biff had no intention of yielding without a struggle. He would make his escape if at all possible. Right now, though, as his mind whirled trying to think his way out of this predicament, it would be best to do exactly as he had been told.
Biff promised himself one thing. Once he was free of Nam Palung he, Biff Brewster, was going to give himself, Biff Brewster, one swift kick. He had been played for a sucker, a trusting, easy-to-take American, and he had filled the role perfectly. How, he now thought, could he have been so taken in?
The jeep rolled across the field. Biff shot a sidelong glance at Nam Palung. The jeep moved at a steady pace, not fast enough to attract attention. It was headed toward a gate in the high wire fence surrounding the airfield through which service trucks passed. He noticed that the gate was blocked by an
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iron bar, raised to allow a vehicle to pass underneath it. When raised, the bar on its upright poles looked like a football goal post.
As the jeep drew near and fell in line behind a truck and a small car, Biff noticed the bar was raised just sufficiently to allow about a foot's clearance for the vehicle passing beneath. An idea came into Biff's head. He turned to look over his shoulder at his knife-bearing guards.
"Keep your head straight forward," Nam ordered. "And no tricks as we pass the gateman."
Biff watched the truck ahead pass through. It slowed down without stopping as it passed under the raised bar. The bar was lowered to stop position after the truck's tail-gate went through. Next came the smaller car, its roof much lower than the truck's. Again the bar was raised, but this time, just high enough to accommodate the car, leaving about two feet between it and the car's top.
Now the jeep approached the bar barricade. The bar began rising slowly. Biff watched it, his heart in his mouth. "Don't let them raise it too high," he prayed. Biff leaned slightly forward, placing his weight on his firmly planted feet. He tensed his leg and thigh muscles until they felt like tightly coiled steel springs.
The bar was about three feet higher than tall Nam's head. Biff waited until the front of the jeep was directly under the bar. Then he leaped up as if he'd
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been blasted off a launching pad. His hands seized the bar. Like a trapeze artist, he swung his body forward in a giant arc. At the top of his swing, when his body was parallel to the ground, Biff twisted his head, looking over his shoulder as his body started a swift downward stroke. At the split second, he lashed out with his feet. One foot struck the left knife-wielder square on the side of his head. The man shot over the side of the jeep as if jerked by the hand of a giant.
Biff's other foot struck the second knife-wielder full in his chest, toppling him out the back of the jeep.
Now Biff was propelling himself into the backward arc of his swing. Again his body came swiftly downward. He lashed at Nam, planting both his feet solidly in the Oriental's shoulders. Nam shot forward, his head striking the windshield.
Biff swung his body sideways, and dropped to the ground. He ran back toward the terminal building, nearly half a mile away. After a hundred yards, he slowed to catch his breath. Turning, he looked back at the jeep. There was no need to run. Nam still lay sprawled over the steering wheel. One of the knife-bearers was out of sight, apparently still sprawled on the ground on the other side of the jeep. The other guard was just rising from behind the jeep. Biff saw him stagger, still not fully recovered.
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boy continued toward the terminal building at a rapid walk. He didn't run, no need to, and if he did, he might attract attention. He might be stopped. Explanations would be demanded. The gate-keeper might come up and describe what had happened.
Biff needed time to think. What was his next move?
"Guess I'll have to play it by ear," he told himself, and what, he wondered, had happened to Uncle Charlie? Had he been waylaid by those same three?
Inside the teeming terminal building, Biff mingled with the constantly moving crowds. He hoped he wouldn't be noticeable, but there was little chance of that. In his American clothes, gray slacks and open-necked shirt, he was as noticeable as an Oriental dressed in mandarin clothes would have been at the Indianapolis airport.
There was only one thing to do. Biff decided. Go to the airline check-in counter and see if any message had been left him by his uncle. The boy approached the counter cautiously. He wanted to look around before identifying himself.
Biff sidled up to the counter. A tall, handsome man, about thirty years old, was leaning over the counter, questioning the clerk intensely. He was wearing white drill trousers and a white shirt open at the collar. A well-shaped, close-cropped head topped a strong neck and broad shoulders. He spoke to the clerk in a voice filled with authority. Unless he was badly fooled again, Biff felt sure that this man was an American,
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and there was something about him that the boy liked immediately.
"Hold it," Biff told himself. "Let's not jump too fast this time."
Standing behind the man, Biff saw him take out a worn wallet from his hip pocket.
"Now you listen to me. I'm Jack Hudson. I'm a pilot for Explorations Unlimited. Here, take a look at my papers. I'm here to meet a boy named Biff Brewster, and I want to know where he is. Right now!"
The clerk leaned on the counter. He carefully inspected the list of names on the paper in front of him.
"So sorry. No name like one you say on this list."
"Is that your passenger manifest list?" the man, Jack Hudson, demanded.
The clerk nodded his head.
Without asking, without waiting, Hudson snatched the list from the man's hand.
"Here. You can't do that!"
Hudson ignored the clerk. His eye ran down the list quickly.
"And just what do you think this name is?" Hudson held his index finger beside one of the names.
"Oh, so sorry. I guess I no understand your talk."
"Fat chance," Hudson said angrily. "Now you just tell me where that boy is."
Biff had made up his mind. He couldn't be mistaken in this man of action.
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"I think you're looking for me, sir," Biff said and placed his hand on Jack Hudson's arm.
Hudson swung around. He looked Biff up and down, slowly, carefully, sizing him up, before answering.
"If I weren't so glad to see you, I'd ask where the devil you've been." Then, seeing Biff's face fall, Hudson smiled, a warm, immediately friendly smile. "But the important thing is I've found you."
"I guess it is mostly my fault that you've had trouble meeting me," Biff confessed. "I had a little mix-up with-" He cut his sentence short. Perhaps he had better wait until he got to know Jack Hudson better before revealing all the mysterious happenings that had. taken place from that early hour in the morning four days ago, back in Indianapolis.
"Well, part of it's my fault, too," Jack said. "Or the weather's. Coming in from Unhao, I ran into a terrific headwind. Should have allowed for it. These winds spring up all the time in these parts. I was late. But come on now, we've got to clear you with customs and get your gear."
Jack Hudson, with a forcefulness sharp enough to cut any red tape, literally bulldozed Biff through a maze of inspections, checks, and rechecks.
"I'm slipping," he grinned at Biff when the boy had been cleared. "Took me thirty-one minutes. My record's twenty-nine. Come on. We've got to make with the plane back to Unhao. Fast. Lots to be done."
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"That sure suits me. I'm anxious to see my uncle."
"Hope he's there when we get back." A frown creased Jack's face as he spoke.
"He will be, won't he? That's what I was told, that the emergency came up quickly and-" Biff ended his sentence feeling foolish. He suddenly remembered who had told him the story.
"Emergency? I don't know of any emergency. Your uncle wasn't even in Unhao today. It was arranged for me to pick you up before he left."
"Before he left? What do you mean?" Biff was getting puzzled.
"Your uncle flew out of Unhao over a week ago."
CHAPTER VI
Interrupted Message
DARKNESS had spread over the airfield by the time Biff and Jack Hudson reached the "Explorations" plane. It was a twin-engine Cessna, a five-passenger, capable of a speed of 250 miles per hour. "Hop in, Biff," Jack said. "Be my co-pilot." Jack stowed Biff's gear, and took his place in the pilot's seat. As quick to action as Hudson was, he was also a sober, careful pilot. He warmed up the plane's motors. He tested the wing flaps. He made a thorough instrument check. Then he called the tower for take-off instructions.
The plane moved to its assigned runway. Once more Jack revved up his engines. Then, the brakes released, the plane started rolling down the runway. Once it was air-borne, Jack put the plane in a steep climb, made a wide circle over the city of Rangoon, then headed north, following the Irrawaddy River.
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"How long before we get there?" Biff asked.
"About four hours. If we don't hit any weather, Unhao's about fifty miles north of Myitkyina. 'Bout eleven hundred miles from here."
"How big's Unhao. Is it much of a place?" Biff asked.
Jack grinned. "Take a look back at Rangoon. That's the last civilization you're going to see for a while."
The plane sped through the night. As the moon rose out of the South China Sea, its light turned the Irrawaddy River, thousands of feet below, into a slender silvery ribbon, reflecting the moon's rays like a long sliver of mirror.
Jack Hudson put the plane on automatic pilot. He reached behind him and brought out two boxes. He handed one to Biff.
"Hungry?"
Biff hadn't thought about eating. But now, he realized he was ravenous. "I'll say I am. Thanks a lot." He practically tore open the box and chomped on the sandwiches with an appetite that made Jack wonder when the boy had last eaten.
Just before midnight, Hudson switched on the plane's radio transmitter and called the landing strip at Unhao.
"Keep your eyes dead ahead for the next few minutes," he told Biff. "I always get a thrill out of it."
Biff did as he was told. He peered intently through
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the windshield into the night. Clouds had obscured the moon, and all was darkness. Not a light could be seen anywhere.
Suddenly, as if by magic, the letter "X" blazed out of the jungle, twenty miles ahead. It was so startling that Biff gasped in amazement.
"Our landing field. I told them we'd be in in about ten minutes and to turn on the lights. We have two runways. One from southwest to northeast. The other from southeast to northwest. They bisect in the center, forming a perfect 'X.' I think it's a wonderful sight."
"It sure is," Biff replied.
For the next few minutes, Jack's entire attention was devoted to the landing. The plane swooped out of the dark, flashed over the landing field, circled and entered its final glide path. Biff felt the lurch which told him they had touched down. Jack taxied the plane toward the hangars.
"Well, here we are," he said to Biff. "Welcome to Unhao."
Despite the excitement of landing in this strange isolated spot in Upper Burma, Biff couldn't hold back a yawn. He was just plain, dog-tired. It had been four nights since he had slept in a bed. Oh, he had slept. But sleeping in a sitting position, he told himself, would never replace the good, old stretch-out type of snooze.
Native servants swarmed around the plane. Biff
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and his gear were deposited in a jeep standing by. Jack hopped behind the wheel. The jeep, with natives clinging to every possible foot and hand-hold, headed through the night toward Headquarters House, a quarter of a mile away.
Headquarters House was a combination office, communications center, and living quarters for the staff of Explorations Unlimited. Sleeping rooms, resembling those of Bachelor Officers' Quarters on an army post, filled one ell of the building. Into one of these went Biff. Moments after his head hit the pillow, he was in a deep sleep, in spite of the murky heat that Was unrelieved by the lateness of the night.
Around five o'clock in the morning, as dawn was transforming the night-blackened jungle into a greenish maze, Biff was awakened by the sound of running feet passing his door. These were followed by others. The whole building seemed to spring to life. Something was up.
Biff jumped out of bed. First he went to the window. Looking out, he saw a tremendous animal faintly outlined in the morning mists not more than thirty feet away. Just as he was about to call out, he saw the floppy ears and the swaying trunk of the animal raise toward the sky, and let go with a trumpeting that rattled the windows. Biff had to smile at himself. What was an elephant doing wandering around loose at that time of the morning? "Some difference from home," he thought.
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Biff dressed quickly. He hurried down the hallway toward the center of Headquarters House. Sounds of activity came from the communications center. He paused in the doorway. Jack Hudson and two other men were bunched together around a short-Wave receiver. Static crackled throughout the room. One of the men picked up a hand microphone.
"This is H H One, calling. This is Happy Harry One calling X 0369. Come in X 0369. Repeat: Come in X 0369. We were beginning to read you. Acknowledge. Do you read us?"
His answer was a roar of static.
Jack Hudson shook his head. His concern and the intense looks on the faces of the other men told Biff they were troubled.
"Was it Keene, Mike?" Jack demanded. "Was it Charlie?"
Biff heard Jack's question, and he felt a sudden pang of fear.
The radio operator, Mike Dawson, shook his head. "I can't say for sure. I think it must have been. But the voice was so faint. And the static-"
"Could you make out anything? Any of the Words?" Jack's voice was insistent.
Mike shook his head worriedly. "The sender didn't identify. I did think I caught some of the words, but I can't say for sure-"
"Well, what were they, man? What were they?"
"I-I thought he said, 'They're coming for me ...
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My position is lati-' And right then transmission broke off completely. That's when I buzzed your rooms. I've been working this mike ever since. And getting nothing. But nothing."
Biff stepped into the room. He crossed to the three men.
"Was that my uncle you were talking about?"
Mike and the other man looked at Jack Hudson. It was obvious that they wouldn't speak unless he gave them the go-ahead. Jack looked at Biff. He didn't reply at once. Then, having reached his decision, he answered.
"Yes, Biff. I'm afraid it was."
"Afraid?" Biff felt a tingle of fear race up his spine. "What do you mean? Is my uncle in danger?"
Jack Hudson's shoulders sagged. He shook his head as if trying to rid himself of unpleasant thoughts. "Come along, Biff. I'll tell you about it over some coffee." At the door, he turned back. "Keep trying, Mike. You might raise him. And if you do-"
"I'll buzz you fast."
In the mess hall, the servants had already set the breakfast table. Two of them padded about the room silently on their bare feet. Biff sat down to a plate containing an oval-shaped, reddish fruit, streaked with white.
"It's the fruit of the durian tree. Try it. We think it's delicious. If you don't like it, though, there's fresh pineapple or guava."
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The taste was like nothing Biff had ever eaten before. He didn't know whether he liked it or not. And he didn't care. There were more important things than breakfast fruit right now.
"Tell me about Uncle Charlie."
Jack sipped some coffee. "I'll tell you what I can, Biff. It won't be much. I don't know it all myself. I know where he went, and I think I know why. The why is what I can't tell you."
"Was there danger in this trip of Uncle Charlie's?"
"Danger? Perhaps. Always dangerous crossing the border. But Charlie should have been able to handle it."
Biff felt his heart pound.
"Your uncle left here exactly eight days ago. He left early in the morning. He needed the cover of night to fly across the border."
"The border? What border?" Biff asked.
"The border into Red China. That border's closed, you know, especially to Americans."
Jack paused to light a cigarette.
"He took off in a light, four-place plane. It's the type plane that Charlie could land or take off in on a dime. It carried extra fuel tanks."
"How long did he expect to be gone?"
"He didn't know for certain. Not more than four or five days, he said."
Four or five days, Biff thought. And eight days had passed.
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"We've been expecting him, Watching for him. I've flown from dawn to daylight myself the last three days, hoping to spot him or his plane, if he was forced down. Nothing. He didn't break radio silence once from the time he left."
"Until this morning," Biff cut in.
"Yes. Until this morning. If that was Charlie."
"Have you any idea where he was going in China?"
Jack shook his head. "Not exactly. With the extra tanks, he had fuel for about twelve hundred miles. So, since he had to return, he must have expected to find what he was looking for not more than five hundred miles inside China."
"And you can't tell me your ideas of what his search was for?"
Jack hesitated. "All I could tell you would be the results of my own speculations. Your uncle was at Cape Canaveral, as you know, and he must know a lot about guided missiles. He was one of the Navy's top young officers. Well-put your thinking cap on. Maybe between us we can come up with something."
Biff thought hard. There were many parts to this puzzle. He thought he himself was probably one of them. But fitting them together into an answer-that would take more than minutes, hours, or even days to do. Too many important parts of the puzzle were still missing. Biff thought that perhaps now he should fill Jack in on his own small mystery. His hand went to his key chain and touched the jade ring. He made a
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decision. He wouldn't mention the ring. He would only tell Jack about what had happened when he arrived at the Rangoon airport.
Quickly he told Jack the story. As he poured it out rapidly, Jack's look of worried concern deepened.
"There must be some connection. Charlie disappears, and you're almost kidnaped. Describe the man again."
Biff sketched the three men in as best he could. "I only saw the one called Nam Pulang closely. He said he was the Number One man here at Explorations."
"Never heard of him. Was he Chinese, or Burmese?"
"I'd say Chinese," Biff answered. "Although I don't really know how Burmese look."
Jack was thoughtful.
"But Jack," Biff said, "we're not just going to sit here, are we? Can't we do something? Can't we go into China and find Uncle Charlie?"
"Go into China? Impossible. You get any such idea out of your head."
That idea, though, was very much in Biff's head. The idea had been growing from the moment he first heard of his uncle's disappearance.
"I mean that," Jack said. "You have no idea of the difficulty in crossing the border. It's patroled night and day. And the border guards shoot to kill."
Man and boy sat in silence, both deep in thought. The silence was suddenly broken. A native boy about
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Biff's age, but smaller, came running into the room.
"Sahib Jack! Come on run! Come on run! Quick! Quick!" He ran out of the room.
Biff and Jack were at his heels.
CHAPTER VII
A "Spirited" Box
THE native boy raced across the open compound toward the group of low buildings where the servants slept. Jack and Biff ran side by side, ten feet behind the boy.
"What is it, Chuba? What is it?" Jack called. But the boy didn't answer until he reached the door of one of the small white cabins. There he stopped, gasping for breath, and turned to Jack and Biff. His face was contorted with fear; his eyes were opened wide and rilled with terror.
"Now get hold of yourself, Chuba. Steady. We're right here. What's inside your cabin that's so frightening?"
Chuba's voice trembled as he spoke. "The evil ones. They come. They come to punish Chuba and the father of Chuba."
"The evil ones? What are you talking about?"
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Jack's voice was firm, but his tone was kind. He had to quiet this boy's fears.
"It has been spoken," Chuba said, his voice trembling. "Many, many years ago, the gods spoke to the ancestors of my father. They said"-and here the boy's voice almost broke-"they said that evil will befall any member of the House of Chin Fu who leaves his land to become a slave of the white man."
Biff watched the boy. He felt sympathy toward him, yet it was hard for Biff to believe that such superstitious beliefs could still cast their spell in these modern days.
"That's nonsense, Chuba. You and your father are not slaves. You are honorable workers. Without your help, we could not live here. You are well paid, and you hold positions of responsibility and dignity. Enough of this. Just what is inside your cabin?"
"Chuba not know. But is bad. Very bad. It is voices of the evil ones, casting spell on Chuba and his honorable father."
"All right. Come on and show us what it is."
"Please, Sahib Jack. You to go first."
"Okay. Come on, Biff."
Jack and Biff entered the one-room cabin. It was small, but comfortably furnished. Beds stood against the walls on either side of the room. At the rear there was a small, compact kitchen. Biff and Jack inspected the room quickly. They saw nothing unusual.
Chuba stood behind them, standing on tiptoes.
"There!" he said. "Watch, and you shall hear evil
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spirits." He pointed to a small box on the floor by one of the beds.
As they watched, a low growl came from the box. The growl grew louder. It became a wail. Then it turned into the high, piercing scream of a siren. It held this chilling, blood-curdling pitch for about ten seconds. Then the lid of the box slowly raised. A yellowish hand emerged. It bent over the front of the box. One finger touched a small button. The high scream dropped down to a wail, then to a growl, then stopped. The hand withdrew into the box. The lid closed. All was silent again.
Biff put a restraining hand on Chuba, keeping the boy from fleeing in terror. On Biff's face a slow grin was spreading. He wanted to laugh, but one glance at Chuba's stricken face stopped him. This was a serious thing to Chuba. Chuba would feel Biff was laughing at him, insulting him.
Jack stared at the box in amazement. "Now just what on earth is that thing?" He scratched his head. Biff started across the room toward the box.
"Hold it, Biff. We don't know what that gadget might be. Might be a bomb."
Now Biff did laugh. Even Jack was concerned. Not terror-striken like Chuba, but the weird performance of the box had undoubtedly alarmed Jack.
Biff reached for the box, bent over, and picked it up. Chuba cowered behind Jack. But the native boy's curiosity got the better of him. He watched Biff's every move, his eyes wide.
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"It's only a toy, Jack," Biff said. "My kid brother got one last Christmas. It was the newest thing out. Caused a sensation."
"Let me take a look at it," Jack said, and Biff handed it to him.
A great feeling of relief had come over Biff. When Chuba had come rushing in, crying out in a voice filled with fright, Biff had figured that another in the series of strange happenings had taken place. To discover that all the excitement was only about a toy relaxed Biff completely for the first time since he had arrived in the Orient.
Jack inspected the toy somewhat gingerly. "How does it work?"
Biff took the box back. "Look. I'll show you." He raised the lid of the box, and as he did so, Chuba took a step back. He was taking no chances with evil spirits even if the Americans did. Jack's and Biff's heads were together inspecting the box. This was too much for Chuba. He had to see, too. He cautiously poked his head forward for a closer look.
"See this small siren? That's where the noises come from. The toy has two small batteries, like the ones used in a transistor radio. They power this small motor, and it does the rest. Raises the lid and makes this hand snake out."
Biff looked at Chuba and smiled. A shy, friendly grin lit up the native boy's face. "Want to see it work with the lid open?"
Chuba nodded his head rapidly.
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Biff set the toy in motion. The siren reached its high pitch. The hand, attached to the end of a small iron rod, snaked out, flopped over the front side of the box, and touched the cut-off button.
"That's all there is to it. Some gadget, isn't it?"
Jack laughed. "I can see how it must have been the toy sensation of last Christmas. I can also see why it scared the daylights out of Chuba. It would scare me, too, if it woke me from a sound sleep."
"That's what happen, Sahib Jack. I sleep deep. This thing start screaming. Chuba jump, run fast, plenty scared, for help."
"I suppose once it's turned on, it keeps operating until the batteries run out."
"That's right," Biff said. "Its action is set so it goes off once about every three minutes. You turn it off here." Biff pointed to a switch on the bottom of the box.
"But how it get in my father's house this morning?" Chuba demanded.
"I can answer that one." Jack's shoulders started shaking with laughter. Biff started laughing, too, partly from relief, and partly because when Jack laughed everyone joined in. Chuba, his eyes darting from Jack to Biff, decided his worries had passed. He giggled shyly at first, then added his high laugh to the chorus. The little white cabin shook with their hilar-ity.
"The 'evil' one, Chuba," Jack said, "is a certain redheaded maintenance mechanic called Muscles."
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"Muscles! Him play another joke on Chuba. He much cool fellow. Him way in."
"What's this?" Biff thought. "Jive talk from a native boy? This kid's all right."
"You mean this Muscles is real cool; he's way out, don't you, Chuba?" Biff asked.
"That's what Chuba say. He here, man, here."
Biff slapped his thighs and doubled up again with glee. Chuba's mixed-up talk was so far "gone," it had come back to "here."
"How old are you, Chuba?" Jack asked.
Chuba drew himself fully erect. He puffed out his chest. "Chuba soon be sixteen."
"Aren't you about the same, Biff?" Biff nodded his head. "Chuba, shake hands with Biff Brewster. Biff's Sahib Charlie's nephew."
The boys shook hands. There was no doubt but that they took to one another right off.
"Chuba, you show Biff around. I've got to get back and see if Mike's been able to-"
"I get it, Jack," Biff said.
The two boys watched Jack stride back to Headquarters House.
"Come, Sahib Biff, I show you many things."
Biff didn't reply at once. A plan was beginning to shape up in his head. It would work, too, with the help of Chuba.
"Okay, Chuba. But first off-cut out that sahib stuff. To you, I'm just plain Biff."
CHAPTER VIII
Still Missing
THE friendship between Biff and Chuba developed rapidly. Chuba was an odd boy, with his mixed-up jive talk, his quick Oriental mind, and his desperate anxiety to be "like American kid." He was half a head shorter than Biff. He had long, black, wiry hair, usually plastered down with smelly hair tonics. These he got from Muscles. The burly mechanic tried every new hair conditioner that came along, in an attempt to control his unruly light brown hair. Chuba's skin was dark, so deeply tanned that its yellowish tinge from his Chinese blood hardly showed. He looked more Burmese than Chinese.
His daily clothes were a pair of hand-me-down brown shorts and hand-made sandals, ideal for the heavy, humid weather which turned the jungle-enclosed camp into a smoking oven. The shorts Chuba got from the Americans in the camp. Chuba did his own alterations on the shorts to cut them down to
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his size. He was far from an expert tailor. One pair had the left leg six inches longer than the right. Another pair, handed down from a man with a forty-four-inch waist, gave Chuba a laughable balloon effect in the rear, particularly when he ran.
Biff's second day at the camp in Unhao began with a visit to the communications room. Mike Dawson, the radio operator, merely shook his head at the question written on Biff's face.
No word from Uncle Charlie.
Biff hurried through breakfast. He left Headquarters House, stepping into a blazing sun already sending heat waves up from the brown dirt surface of the camp.
Chuba was waiting just outside the entrance to headquarters.
"I hurry up this morning. Help my father. Now I can show you rest of camp." Chuba's father was in charge of the servants in the camp. "My father Number One Boss here," Chuba told Biff proudly.
The boys roamed around for more than an hour. Chuba chattered on as fast as any of the monkeys scampering about the trees which fringed the camp.
"Are there elephants around here?" Biff asked. "Yesterday morning I thought I saw one out of my bedroom window."
"Sure. Sure. Much elephants. Wild ones." Chuba grinned. "But one you saw must be Suzie. She dig it here big. That means likes it here," Chuba explained.
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Biff smiled to himself. "When they clear jungle to make the camp, many elephants used to push over trees, and pull them away. When job is done, Suzie and Tiny, that's the other elephant, they won't leave. So-who can make an elephant go when he no want to? They stay on."
"Where did you pick up all this jive talk, Chuba?" Biff asked.
"Jive talk? You mean talk like American boys?"
"They don't all talk that way. Jive talk is American slang. Some boys use it more than others."
"I learn it from Muscles. He has many magazines come to him by the mail from United States. Many books of the comics, too. You like to meet up with Muscles? He come back from Rangoon early this morning."
"I sure would," Biff said.
There was no mistaking Muscles. Biff spotted him as soon as they entered the hangar. The plane maintenance mechanic, wearing only shorts, shoes, and a long white mechanic's coat, towered over the small natives whom he was directing. Big was the word for Muscles. Biff could only compare him with some of the giant linesmen he had seen play for the Chicago Bears professional football team. He and his father went to the games in Chicago every now and then.
As the boys approached the plane Muscles was working on, they saw the powerful man heave an oil drum off the floor as if it were made of tissue paper.
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The drum could have weighed anywhere from one hundred to three hundred pounds. He up-ended the drum, and a heavy stream of thick oil flowed smoothly to the intake pipe. Muscles held the drum steadily for a couple of minutes.
"That ought to do it," he said, and put the drum back on the floor. He looked at the boys.
"Well, now, if it isn't my young friend and Number One boy Chuba. Hey, did you have a visitor yesterday morning?" A big grin cracked across Muscles' face. It was clear that Muscles had a great liking for the Chinese boy.
"Friend? No friend," Chuba replied. He didn't want Muscles to think he had been frightened by what Chuba now called his Evil Spirit Box. "I find evil spirits in my room. They make with strange noises, like wild animals howling."
"Yeah?" Muscles was all interest. "So what gave? Did the evil spirits send you?"
"I send them. I take evil spirit's hand, shake it good, and evil spirit's howl become purr of pussycat."
"Didn't scare you? Gosh, and that thing cost me twenty bucks to have it sent out from the States." Muscles was disappointed. Biff grinned. Chuba had carried the thing off well. He wasn't going to give Muscles the satisfaction of knowing how really frightened he had been.
"And you must be Biff Brewster." Muscles turned away from Chuba. "Charlie Keene's nephew."
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"You're right the first time, Muscles. I've sure heard a lot about you. Particularly from Chuba."
"I'm going to make an American kid out of that rascal, no matter what. Say, I'm awfully sorry about your uncle." He paused, as he saw a worried look come over Biff's face. Then he hurried on rapidly. "But don't worry. Charlie Keene can take care of himself. He always has. I was with him in Korea, and I know. He'll get back. If he doesn't, we'll go in and get him."
Going into Red China to hunt for his uncle had been a thought growing more and more prominent in Biff's mind. If no word came from Uncle Charlie soon, Biff knew that he couldn't just sit around and wait any longer. He'd have to do something.
After a few more minutes of talk with Muscles, Biff and Chuba left the hangar. Biff Was silent as they walked across the hot field to the shade of a small coconut palm grove. Chuba kept rattling on, but his words just bounced off Biff's ears. Biff seated himself against the leaning trunk of a palm.
"Sit down a minute, Chuba. I want to ask you some questions."
"Shoots. Chuba will make with the answers."
Biff frowned. "Tell me, just how tough would it be to slip across the border into China?"
"For Chuba, easy. Very easy. I do it many times."
"How about me? Think I could get across?"
"Not by yourself. But with Chuba for Number
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One guide-" The native boy shrugged his shoulders. "I know all trails. I know just where Red border patrol guards strong, and where they guard weak. Afraid to guard some places."
"Why is that?"
"Wild animals. Black bears-fierce, big, kill a man with one big swipe with paw. Also tigers and leopards. Snakes, too. All kinds. They hang from trees. Big python slide off tree, wrap around man's neck and-urgle gurgle-" Chuba made a rattling noise in his throat. "No more man."
Biff swallowed hard. "And you go over the border in a place where all the wild animals are?"
"Sure," Chuba boasted. "Chuba smell and see animals before they see Chuba. Is safer to go into China that way."
"That way? Safer? What do you mean?"
"Red patrol stays close to main road. Sometimes they let kids like me through. But, if they angry, or their Big Boss chew 'em out, then they don't care whether you kid or not. They shoot you or catch you and make you work like slave. Once you in slave labor camp, you never come back."
Biff was silent.
"You think maybe you like to go in find your Uncle Charlie. Put snatch on him from Red baddies?"
"Something like that, Chuba. Think we could do it?"
Chuba didn't answer too quickly. His thin face was
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screwed up in thought. "Be most rough. But we smart. Most patrol dumb. Maybe all go well-maybe not-"
Biff didn't want to hear any more. His mind was made up. If they had a fifty-fifty chance of finding Uncle Charlie, then that was all he wanted.
"Meet me back here in an hour, Chuba. I want to talk to Sahib Jack."
Biff found Jack Hudson in the communications center, pouring over a large map of China. Biff moved to his side.
"Trying to figure out where Charlie might be," Jack said. He pointed to a position on the map.
"Now if you drew a line from Chungking to Chengtu, I'd say he was somewhere west of that line."
Biff leaned closer. "Why do you think he's in that area? "he asked.
"Well, I do remember Charlie's mentioning a small place called Jaraminka. About two, maybe three weeks ago. He'd just received a letter from his friend, Ling Tang, back in the States. Right after that, he went into Rangoon for a few days. I do know that there's a village by that name somewhere in that area."
"Rough country?" Biff asked.
"In spots. It's north of the Yunnan plateau. In the foothills of Mt. Minya Konka. And some of those foothills would be called mountains back where you come from." Jack smiled.
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"Anything else to go on?" Biff wanted to know.
"Well, we do know how much gas Charlie was carrying. Enough for about 1,200 miles. He'd have to allow for a safety margin. As I told you, I figure he planned on about 500 miles in, and 500 back, of course. That would give him a zoo-mile safety factor."
Jack leaned back against the map table, scratched his head, and lit a cigarette.
"Another thing . . . that radio signal we got."
"You mean the one yesterday?"
"Yes. Now if that was your uncle calling . . ."
"You're still not sure it was Uncle Charlie?"
"Well, I guess I am. Let's say it was. That's another reason I figure he's over toward the mountain range."
"I'm not reading you too clearly right now," Biff said.
Jack laughed. "I'll try to explain. Charlie had a portable radio transmitter with him. A good one, battery operated. Its maximum range would be about 500 miles under ideal conditions. That means he'd have to have straight-line transmission."
"You mean nothing in the way, like a high mountain?"
"That's right, Biff. Transmission is greatly reduced if your wave has to bend over hills or mountains."
"So you figure he's got to be high enough to shoot a straight wave directly to Unhao."
Jack nodded his head. "And the elevation around
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Jaraminka really fills that bill-5,000 to 6,000 feet."
"How could he ever land in such rugged terrain?" Biff asked.
'Tlenty of small plateaus. Some of them have been cleared for farming."
Biff picked up a drawing compass. He adjusted its opening to fit the five-hundred-mile mark on the scale of miles at the bottom of the map. Then, placing the steel point on the dot marking Unhao, he swirled the compass. The pencil end cut right through the area Jack was describing.
"Nice figuring, Jack." A faraway look floated across Biff's face.
"Hey! You're not getting any ideas, are you?" Jack demanded. "An American boy could never make it across the border. Natives, sure-but you-never."
Maybe not, thought Biff, but in his thoughts, he was already there.
CHAPTER IX
Into the Jungle
A LIGHT-SKINNED boy could never make it. That thought, first suggested by Chuba, restated by Jack Hudson, kept running through Biff's head. The Chinese Reds' border patrol would spot a white boy instantly. Biff remembered stories he had read of Americans captured in Red China. The stories weren't pleasant.
Biff left Headquarters House deep in thought. He walked slowly across the compound. Chuba was waiting for him in the palm grove.
"Biff has big thoughts?" was Chuba's greeting. "Maybe Chuba can help."
"Maybe you can, Chuba. Maybe you just can. I've got an idea. See what you think of it."
For fifteen minutes Biff spoke to Chuba. At first, the native boy kept shaking his head. Then, as Biff's enthusiasm mounted, Chuba was swept up by the idea. Negative shakes of his head became excited head
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shakes of agreement. Chuba's eyes lighted up. Now he cut in on Biff's enthusiasm with bursts of his own. He took over Biff's plan, and added to it. Biff was a hard one to resist when he became enthusiastic about anything he wanted to do. And this he meant to do.
"We can do it, Biff," Chuba said. There was no holding the boy now. "I get things ready on double quick. Have much ideas. But will take time."
"How much time?" Biff demanded.
"Two hours-maybe three. Then you come to the house of my father. You know, where you saw Evil Spirit Box. Chuba be all ready."
"Chuba, you're a really smooth operator."
"Like real American boy?"
"You said it."
Chuba's mouth was split into a wide grin of pride. No praise could have pleased him more.
* * *
Toward late afternoon, Jack Hudson ran his hand over his forehead. He was tired. He hated paper work. All afternoon, he had been poring over files, checking bills, answering letters. The work had to be done, but he wished there was someone else to do it. Action, that's what he liked. Not sitting at a desk in a hot room.
As cluttered as his mind was with facts and figures, the thought of his missing friend, Charles Keene, kept coming back again and again. Jack thought of Biff, too. He didn't like the idea he felt sure was building
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in Biff's mind. Too risky, of course. But, he told himself, this sitting around, just waiting, was getting him down too.
With an impatient sweep of his arm, Jack shoved the papers away from him. He stretched, got up, and made for the front entrance of Headquarters House. On the raised platform, six steps above the ground, Jack stopped to light a cigarette. As he did so, his attention was caught by a beggar boy coming at a run across the compound. The boy reached the foot of the steps and sprawled on the ground.
"Baksheesh, Sahib! Baksheesh!" the boy wailed.
Jack Hudson looked down at the boy, his feeling of disgust mingled with one of sympathy. These poor kids, he thought, trained to beg from the day they could walk. Baksheesh, the word for a tip, a present, was used in many places in the East and Far East.
"Baksheesh! Baksheesh!" the boy continued to moan.
Jack looked about him. He spotted Chuba's father.
"Ti Pao. Come here. Chop! Chop!"
Ti Pao came on the run. He could tell Sahib Hudson was annoyed.
"You know my orders, Ti Pao. No beggars allowed in the compound. How did this boy get in?"
Ti Pao shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe slip through gate, or hide in truck coming through."
"Well, get him out of here. You know that twice
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a week, we hand out food and alms to the beggars. They are not to come inside."
"Baksheesh, Sahib! Baksheesh." The plea came again.
"Take him away, Ti Pao." Jack Hudson turned, and started to reenter the building. As he did so, the beggar said softly, "No baksheesh? Not even Coke money?"
Jack whirled around. The beggar boy was already heading for the gate. Jack scratched his head. "I could have sworn he said- Nah! I must have been hearing things. Must be the heat," he mumbled to himself. He shook his head and went through the door.
The beggar boy neared the gate, then cut to the left. He raced through the palm grove, then carefully, stealthily, made his way to the cabin of Ti Pao. There •was just a flash of brown, ragged clothing as he slipped through the door.
"It work. It work! Biff!" Chuba danced up and down in his excitement.
The beggar boy grinned. It was the grin of a happy Biff Brewster.
"I'll say it worked. Even your father didn't recognize me."
"Not Sahib Hudson, either?"
Biff shook his head. "Nope. I fooled him completely. I even spoke some American words. Course, I said them low, just as I was leaving. Don't know whether he heard them or not,"
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"Let me take closer look," Chuba said. Biff turned slowly around as Chuba made his inspection.
"Is much okays. I only afraid sweat make betel nut juice get all smeary."
"I was afraid of that, too, Chuba. But the stain didn't run."
Biff looked as much like a native boy as Chuba did. The tattered shorts and torn shirt that he wore had been dug up by the always astonishing Chuba. Biff's face, his body, his legs, were stained a light, yellowish brown. This had been done with the juice of betel nuts, mixed and thinned with still another liquid, to lighten the blackish fluid crushed from the betel.
On his feet, Biff wore floppy, torn sandals.
"Only one thing, Biff. Your eyes. Should be more slanty. I fix."
Chuba took out a piece of charcoal. At the outside corners of each of Biff's eyes, Chuba deftly applied upward strokes with the charcoal. He stepped back to view his handiwork. Then he went into a gale of laughter.
"You much China boy now. No one could tell difference."
"Just call me the Chop Suey Kid," Biff laughed.
"Chop Suey Kid? What's chop suey?"
"You never heard of it?"
Chuba shook his head.
"Well, back in America it's our favorite Chinese food."
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Chuba looked puzzled. He still didn't get it. He shrugged it off. "Now, we all set. No border guard ever spot you. Never tell you American boy."
Biff had passed his test. Neither Jack Hudson nor, even more important, Ti Pao, had penetrated his disguise.
"Okay then, Chuba. We're all set. It's still an hour before the night mess call. I think we'd better be well on our way by then. I'll be missed when I don't show up for chow. And Jack Hudson will guess where I've headed. But by then, it will be too late, too dark, to start a search. What about food, and other stuff?"
"All set. Chuba has everything. Even bottle of juice in case you start turning back into white boy. We got food for two days. After that, Chuba get more wherever we are."
"All right, Chuba. Now I'm really going to let your father put me out the gate. I'll follow the river until I reach the second bend. Then I'll wait for you."
"All is good. Chuba be right after you. Not look good for me to leave here with lowly beggar boy." Chuba grinned, and Biff returned his smile.
That night, by nine o'clock, the two boys were deep in the swampy jungle between the Irrawaddy River and the border of China.
CHAPTER X
The Barrier
NIGHT turned the Burmese jungle into a frightening enemy. Towering trees, teak, acle, ironwood, shot straight upward, so close packed and dense that they blotted out the starlit sky.
Vines, some of them as thick as a man's arm, were forever stretching low across the boys' path, as if trying to hold them back from their bold venture.
What bothered Biff most of all was the sickening smell of the jungle. Rotted vegetation gave off a rank, stifling odor. Biff had been in the jungles of Brazil, but they were nothing compared to the one he and Chuba were forcing their way through.
During the two hours they had traveled in the waning daylight, their progress had been swift. Chuba knew the trails well. Sometimes, moving at a trot several steps ahead of Biff, the native boy would seem to be swallowed by hedges of low, thick brushwood.
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But he would reappear, parting the thick growth so that Biff could follow.
Moving swiftly, silently, without talking, to conserve their breath, Biff was suddenly startled. From directly overhead came a chorus of angry screams. Biff stopped and looked up.
"Only monkeys, Biff," Chuba called back. "We wake them from their sleep, and they no like. Come."
Once again Chuba took up his steady pace. Thorny bushes grabbed at Biff's already tattered clothes. Ugly scratches marked his legs. Most upsetting was the unexpected change from dry land into dank, oozing swampland. Chuba never stopped, or gave any warning of what lay ahead. Time and again the native boy plunged into a narrow stream. Once the water, muddy, almost hot, came up to Biff's waist. As he neared the opposite bank, he halted a moment to look back.
"Biff! Biff! Hurry! Out of the water!"
Biff leaped for the bank just as a partly submerged log moved swiftly through the water to the spot where he had been standing. As it reached the bank, the "log's" jaws opened, and Biff heard the chilling sound of teeth gnashing together.
"Crocodile, Biff. Never stop in stream. Old croc might be hungry."
"If he likes mud-flavored boy, I'm his dish," Biff thought.
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breaks, the boys were bone weary. Biff figured it must be midnight or a little after. They had reached a small clearing, a circle about thirty feet across. Toward one side a single ironwood tree rose high above the surrounding underbrush.
"We stop here for the night," Chuba said. "You ever sleep in a tree?"
"Once. Didn't find it very comfortable though. Do we have to?"
"Is much better. This tree has nice big limbs. Find good crotch, settle in it, and sleep real good. Too many animals on the ground. Animals and insects. Big ants, geckos, even wild pigs. You know gecko? Is big, slimy lizard. Wild pigs don't care who they eat. And ants sting real bad. Much better in tree."
Chuba stood at the base of the tree. "You give me push up to first limb. Then I can give you my hand to pull you up. Come on."
Biff didn't reply, or move. His eyes were intent on a vine that hung down from one of the higher limbs. It seemed to sway slightly. But there was no breeze.
"Back, Chuba! Back!" Biff shouted.
Chuba leaped backward. Biff, fascinated, watched the "vine" stretch downward, then slither off the branch and plunge downward.
"Python!" Chuba cried out.
"Yes. Python. I've seen them before. Not pythons like that one, but boas. Boa constrictors of South America. They're of the same family."
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The boys now stood in the center of the circle. The python, nearly twenty feet long, seemed to stare at Biff and Chuba. Then it slowly slithered into the underbrush.
Biff looked at Chuba. The native boy lowered his head. "Is Chuba's mistake. Always, my father tell me to be sure and check sleeping tree for python. Chuba forget this time. If Biff not so alert, maybe python now be around Chuba's neck instead of deep in forest."
"Any chance of its coming back? If it went up that tree once, why shouldn't it come up again? And with us up there!"
"Oh, no. Once snake scared away, it not come back. This Chuba knows. Python climb up tree to attack enemies by dropping down. Never climb up to find enemies."
"Well, I just hope you're right. Come on, let's hop into our upper berths."
"Upper berths?" Chuba asked.
Biff explained, and the two boys climbed up the tree to their sleeping quarters. Biff watched Chuba as he nestled down on a stout limb forming a crotch with the trunk of the tree. Chuba stretched out backward, his legs on either side of the tree trunk. Biff did the same. At first, the position Was most uncomfortable. Biff felt he had to keep his knees tightly pressed against the tree trunk to keep from falling. Gradually, though, he squirmed into a position where his legs dangled
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down, each touching the trunk with just enough pressure to keep him balanced.
Some bed, Biff thought. Then, his body aching from battling his way through the jungle, Biff slept.
Early in the morning, with the sun fighting to send its rays through the dense jungle, Biff was awakened by a call from just above him. Chuba was about five limbs higher up.
"Good sleep, Biff?" Chuba called down.
Before answering, Biff tested his cramped arms and legs. He was stiff all over. Sleeping in a tree might be safe, but it certainly was no featherbed. He knew though, that after half an hour in the hot, steamy jungle, he would sweat all the stiffness out of his body.
"Guess so. I slept, anyway," he called up to Chuba.
"Then we go down, and be on our way. We should reach border in two more hours."
The sun had brightened the circular opening below, about the only spot where the sun's rays could get through. Biff heard Chuba scrambling down from above him. Then he looked down and gasped. There in the center of the circle, stretched out asleep, was the most magnificent animal he had ever seen.
"Hold it up there, Chuba," Biff said softly. The scrambling stopped. "Can you see down through the leaves?"
Chuba's answering gasp told him that he could.
The animal below, enjoying a morning snooze, was a tiger.
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Both boys held their breath, afraid that even the slightest sound might awaken the sleeping beast. Moments passed. Then, in a whisper, Biff asked, "What do we do now?"
Chuba's answering whisper came down through the leaves. "We wait, Biff. All we can do. If we try to scare him away, he get mad, wait for us to fall out of tree and eat us."
Chuba's knowledge, Biff realized, was mixed up with superstition and tales handed down from one generation to another. Tigers, Biff knew, were man-eaters only in certain circumstances. A wounded tiger would attack a man. So would one so old that it could no longer get its food easily. Then, man, less quick, less nimble than the animals tigers usually fed on, could well become the evening meal of a tiger.
Biff looked down at the sleeping animal. Its sleek, glistening fur told him that this was a young tiger. Its white furry underbelly was puffed out. That tiger had had a good meal, Biff knew. Probably caught his breakfast just before daylight, and now he was having a nice nap in the sun.
"Is he still sleeping?" Chuba whispered.
"Like a baby after its morning bottle," Biff whispered back. Biff didn't think the tiger would sleep too long. Not as the morning sun rose higher, and its fiery rays burned down on the opening. Once they hit Mr. Tiger, the animal would move off to a shady spot and complete his rest.
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As Biff watched the animal, the jungle suddenly came alive with the screeching, cawing, and screaming of hundreds of birds and animals.
The tiger sat up quickly. It rose to its feet, its long tail switching back and forth. Then it opened its mouth in a gaping yawn, showing glistening white teeth and fangs. It turned its head from side to side, looking to spot any danger.
"That noise from the monkeys," Chuba called down. "Or maybe wildcats. They chasing the parrots. All very much mad at each other."
"Good for them," Biff called back. "They woke up our friend down there. I think old tiger's going to move along."
Biff watched the tiger. He saw it stretch, arching its back very much like any tomcat. It slowly trotted out of the clearing into the dense undergrowth.
"Tiger's gone, Chuba. We'll wait awhile, then let's take off from here fast."
Biff had no way of counting the passing minutes. He had left his watch back at Unhao. It would be a fatal error, he knew, if a Chinese beggar boy were spotted wearing a wrist watch. He forced himself to wait. He wanted to be sure that the tiger was long gone to another sleeping spot. The minutes went by as the sounds of the jungle grew louder and louder. Crows added their angry caws to the symphony of sounds coming from herons, silver pheasants, and other birds.
"I think it's safe now, Chuba. What do you think?"
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Biff's answer was the sound of Chuba scrambling down from his perch.
"Okay, Biff, we go."
The boys climbed down, dropping the final ten feet to the ground. Chuba opened his bundle and took from it two handfuls of cooked rice. They ate as they took up their trek once again, scooping up a handful of water from the first clear stream they came to.
After traveling an hour, by which time the sweat was pouring off Biff's body, soaking his ragged clothes, Chuba stopped.
"We're not far from border now, Biff. Maybe another hour, maybe less, until we get there."
"And where we cross there won't be any border guards? "Biff asked.
"Chuba doesn't think so. Main road where guard always patrols is south of here, almost a day's walk. This path we on leads to small, narrow river. River is boundary between Burma and China. Where we cross is a small clearing. River not deep there. Only up to knees. Easy to get to other side."
The other side was China. The thought sent a thrilling chill through Biff's body.
"We move with much quiet now," Chuba said. "Stay close together. Might be others at clearing. Not guards, but maybe Chinese bandits. They use this path too, when they fleeing Chinese soldiers."
Biff and Chuba moved quickly but cautiously along
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the trail. Every few yards, Chuba would stop, straining to catch any unusual sound that might warn of danger ahead. At every hidden turn in the path, Chuba would crawl forward, then signal to Biff that all was clear, to come ahead.
"We're almost there now," Chuba whispered. "Around next bend in path, we come to clearing and the river. Go slow now. Most careful."
The boys seemed to move ahead by inches. They neared the final bend. On reaching it, Chuba slipped off the path, pressing his body behind a large palm tree. Biff came up behind, looking over Chuba's shoulder. They craned their necks around the tree trunk until the edge of the clearing came in sight.
"Looks like it's all clear," Biff said.
Chuba nodded his head. They left the protection of the tree. Darting from one low bush to another, they came to the edge of the opening. All was clear in the opening on their side of the river. Then, raising their heads, they looked across the thirty feet of water separating them from China.
Both drew back quickly. Two men, wearing peaked, long-billed caps sat in the middle of the clearing on the opposite bank. Red stars on the front of their caps told the boys who they were. Not bandits, not others seeking a safe passage from one country to the other. These two men were members of the border patrol. The two ugly, snub-nosed sub-machine
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guns were further proof, if further proof was necessary.
Biff shot a quick look at Chuba. For the first time Biff saw fear-stark terror-written on the native boy's face.
CHAPTER XI
Inside China
BIFF placed a hand on his friend's arm. Why, Chuba was trembling! The realization of Chuba's fear of the border patrol was startling to Biff. Chuba showed no such fear in the jungle. He wasn't afraid of crocodiles, snakes, or tigers. He respected them as man's natural enemies.
But now, confronted with the border guard, Chuba was near panic. Biff thought back to Chuba's talk about how easy it was to cross the border, how he said he'd crossed several times. When they were discussing this dangerous trip, Chuba had practically brushed the guards aside as no problem. But the fear must have been there, just the same. Chuba Was a good actor. Biff realized just how much courage it must have taken on Chuba's part to agree to guide him into China. He gripped the native boy's arm in friendship and to reassure him.
"Take it easy, Chuba. We're all right. But let's cut
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back down the trail and figure out what we can do." Biff flashed a smile at Chuba and signaled the direction he meant to take. Chuba followed close on his heels like a puppy.
After retracing their steps for about one hundred yards down the path, the boys ducked off the trail and found a hiding place behind a thick clump of bushes.
For a few moments Biff talked quietly. He talked about Indianapolis, his home, about the United States. He talked about anything that came into his head. He wanted to calm Chuba down. "American talk," he thought, would do the trick since it was Chuba's favorite subject. Soon a weak smile came over Chuba's face. "I'm sorry, Biff," he apologized. "I'm sorry I act like chicken."
"That's okay, Chuba. I'd have been scared, too, if I knew as much about the border guard as you do."
"I hear many things. All bad."
"Tell me honestly, Chuba. You said you've crossed over several times. Have you, really?"
"Yes, Biff. Chuba not lie. Only," he paused, "never any border guard around when Chuba slip over before."
"I see. Well, what do we do about it? You think the guard will stay there all day?"
"Can't tell. Much likely they will stay long time."
"I suppose so," Biff said. He thought a minute. "It might be that there's been a lot of slipping across the border here lately, and these guards have been assigned to stop it."
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"I think you right, Biff."
Neither spoke for several minutes. Both were trying to figure a way out of the spot they found themselves in.
"How about this, Chuba? Couldn't we either go up the river a couple hundred yards or more, or down the river and slip across?"
Chuba shook his head. "No, Biff. River narrow, run very quick on both sides of the clearing. Too deep. Jungle grow real thick and fierce right to water's edge. Can't get through."
"Well, we've just got to get across somehow. We're losing time." As Biff spoke, another thought was building in his head.
"Now let me ask you this, Chuba. See if you think this plan might work. Supposing I cut off the trail about a hundred feet from the clearing. I'll make my way through the underbrush to a spot say seventy-five feet away from the trail. You go hide behind that tree where we first spotted the guard. You follow me?"
"Okay so far."
"Right. Then I'll yell like a Comanche. That ought to distract the guard. They'll try to find who's making the noise. If they leave the clearing, you can slip across the river."
"Good idea, Biff. But how about you? How you going to get across?"
"Same way. Only this time you do the distracting. You yell like a Comanche."
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Chuba grinned. "Could work. But how does Co-manche bird yell?"
Biff decided to postpone his lecture on TV westerns until another time. "Don't Worry about it. Just yell like I do. We've got to try it. It's our only chance. Now, if you get across all right, wait. Wait a good long time. By then, the guards will probably give up the search and return to their post in the clearing. I don't imagine they like prowling around the jungle too much."
"No, too many wild animals."
"Okay. So, you'd better make your way a good distance from the clearing. Say you go to a place about a hundred yards opposite the river-downriver -so I'll know where to listen for you. You're going to be on the same side as the guards, so be sure you're in a safe place and can make a fast getaway if they should come anywhere near you."
"Don't worry about that. Chuba can hide good in jungle."
"All right, let's get moving." But neither moved for a few minutes. Both boys were reluctant to part company. They knew the danger lying before them. They might never see one another again, if Biff's plan failed.
"Now, where will we meet?" Biff asked.
"You just keep running down path after you cross river. Get as far as you can. Then find good hiding place. When I know guard has gone back to clearing, I'll move along trail making sound like a crow. Like this."
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Chuba let out a soft "caw, caw." It was an exact imitation. Chuba wouldn't have any trouble being a "Comanche bird," either, Biff thought.
"Good. I'm off." Biff pushed his way into the underbrush. It was tough going. The low, dense vegetation tore at him. Vines dropped like heavy curtains from the tall trees hiding whatever lay ahead. It was steaming hot. Biff wrestled the jungle growth, sweat streaming down his face and body. It must have taken him nearly half an hour to penetrate a distance of about 75 or 100 feet.
Chuba could hear Biff making his way through the brush. At first, he didn't move. He knew he had to go back to the clearing, but the thought was frightening. It took all his courage to force himself back up the path. But he knew that if he didn't, he would let his friend down. Biff's plan depended on Chuba's being at the clearing at the right moment. Yet, if the plan misfired-Chuba shuddered.
Back at the edge of the clearing, Chuba crawled on his stomach to where the low growth stopped. Carefully he parted the bush he lay behind. The peephole allowed him a full view of the clearing.
They were still there. The two guards squatted on their haunches. One was munching some food. The other braced himself by holding onto the barrel of his sub-machine gun, the gun's butt resting on the ground.
Chuba inched backward. He took up his position behind the tree. Biff's yelling could come any moment now. What would the guards do? Would they come
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charging across the stream to do their searching? Chuba didn't think so. If they did, then they would be crossing the border illegally, although Chuba knew that often the guards paid scant attention to this regulation.
What if only one guard took up the search, the other remaining behind to guard the clearing? One good thing, Chuba knew, was that from the direction Biff had taken, it might appear that the yelling came from the same side of the river that the guards were on. There was a sharp turn in the stream about thirty feet to the west of the clearing. If Biff made his way toward the riverbank, he might actually be behind the guards, but still on the side opposite from them.
"Eeeeee-owieeeee!"
The sharp, piercing scream rose above the constant chattering of the monkeys, the shrill calls of jungle birds. For a moment, the jungle became silent. The monkeys and birds were as startled as the two guards. So that was American bird yell! "Much wow!" Chuba was impressed.
Chuba, moving slightly forward, saw the guards leap to their feet. They looked about them quickly. Both released the safety catches on their weapons. They raised their guns to firing position.
"Eeeee-owieeeee!" Again the wild cry blasted through the jungle.
The guards turned in the direction the cry came from.
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"Yow! Yow! Yow! Yow!"
The series of short cries came in rapid succession.
The jungle had never heard a sound like it. It could only come from a human being. One of the guards motioned in the direction of the cries. Then he started toward the spot. The other guard held back, until his companion turned and spoke to him in an angry voice. The two plunged into the undergrowth.
Now was his chance. With his heart pounding, fear tightening his throat muscles, Chuba made his dash. He was in mid-stream when once more Biff let out a series of short cries, followed by a long "Eeeee-owieeee!"
A good thing he did, too. His shouting drowned out the splashes made by Chuba as he raced through the water which tugged at his legs. Now Chuba had reached the opposite shore. He tore down the trail, his lungs bursting from his effort.
When he felt the guards were well behind him, Chuba cut off to the left of the trail, spotted a hiding place, and dived under the sprawling bush. He lay there gasping for breath.
How long he lay there, Chuba had no way of telling. Finally, he forced himself to his feet. Biff might already be at the tree, waiting for Chuba to take over his part in the action.
Chuba moved along the path back toward the river. He moved cautiously, silently, making no more noise than a big cat stalking its prey. When he neared the clearing, Chuba went down to his hands and knees.
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Taking advantage of the cover offered by the low bushes, he crept forward. Again carefully parting a heavy bush, he looked into the clearing.
The guards had returned. They were talking rapidly to one another. Chuba couldn't make out their words, but he felt sure they were talking about the strange cry they had heard. They were probably frightened by it, and at this thought, Chuba smiled. He felt a lot better now. He had made it over the border. But even as he had this thought, he remembered Biff. Biff had to get across. Only half the job was done.
Biff would surely be back at the tree by now. Time for more action. A frown of doubt crossed Chuba's face. Would the guard be fooled a second time?
Chuba went ahead with the plan. He walked back up the trail for one hundred paces. Then he slithered into the underbrush, crawling, forcing his way through the wall of thick, spiny growth.
If he, Chuba, made the same kind of noise Biff had made, wouldn't the guards' suspicions be aroused? Already they would be tense, nervous. They hadn't found anything the first time. Wouldn't they just ignore a second set of strange "Yows" and "Eeeee-owie-eees?" Chuba felt sure they would. So what could he do? He just had to help Biff cross. Okay, he knew what he would do. He could outsmart the guard in the denseness of the jungle. They w'ould never be able to catch him.
Chuba reached a position he thought would do. It
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was near the spot he and Biff had discussed, as far as he could figure. He took a deep breath, then, shouting in Chinese, he called out, "Help! Help! Strange man here! Strange man! Help! Help!"
He waited. Moments passed. He repeated his call for help. Seconds later, he heard the crashing of the guards as they fought through the underbrush.
Chuba waited no longer. He got himself away from the spot where he had called out as fast as he could wriggle his body along. He knew he had made a safe getaway when he could no longer hear the guards struggling against the brush. Chuba smiled to himself. He knew he was only about fifty feet from the trail. He sat down. He would wait, a long wait this time, to make sure the guard had gotten back to the clearing, and that Biff had had plenty of time to put a good distance between himself and the river.
Chuba leaned back against the base of a tree. He felt good about the way things had gone.
Suddenly, the noises of the jungle were drowned out by the most horrible noise of all-the angry, "bup, bup, bup" of a sub-machine gun's fire. First there was a short burst. Another short burst. This was followed by a longer burst as several rounds were fired. Then, silence.
CHAPTER XII
Shooting the Yangtze Rapids
EERIE silence spread over the jungle following the machine-gun firing. The jungle was holding its breath. The monkeys, birds, even the cicadas, stopped their endless chattering and calling for several moments. Chuba sat rigid, his fists clenched, as fear tore at his nerves. Biff! What had happened to his friend Biff?
What could he do? What was there to do? The questions whirled in his head. No sensible answers came. If he went back down the trail toward the river, he might run into the guards, still prowling, ready to let loose their deadly spray of bullets at the slightest strange sound or movement. But what about Biff? Had those shots been directed at him? And had they reached him? Chuba shuddered at the thought.
After waiting as long as his worried mind would permit him, Chuba decided to investigate. On his stomach, he wormed his way toward the path. At the edge of the brush, he stopped. For minutes he lay still, lis-
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tening, listening, straining his ears to catch any sound that might warn him of the guards' presence.
"It's all right," he told himself, trying desperately to rebuild his courage. "They've gone back to the clearing. It's safe for me to explore."
Just as Chuba snaked his body halfway out on the trail, he tensed. He heard a noise behind him. Not much of a noise, only the faintest rustle in the brush. Quickly the native boy worked his way backward off the trail.
Again he heard the noise, slightly louder this time. An animal, a snake? Chuba knew that his knife, long and sharp as it was, would be little protection against a jungle animal. And even less against guards armed with rapid-fire weapons.
Then he caught another faint sound, soft, so soft as to be barely heard.
"Eeeee-owieeeee." Silence. Then, slightly louder, "Yow . . . Yow."
Chuba's face brightened. "Caww . . . caww," he answered.
"Chuba" was the one word whispered in reply to his crow call.
The native boy wiped his forehead with his forearm and sighed in relief. It was Biff. It had to be. Biff was all right.
"Biff?" Chuba called in a squeaky voice. The boy scrambled to the edge of the trail again. He looked carefully to his right, down the trail toward the river.
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Then he looked left, where the Comanche call had been sounded. He saw Biff's stained face poke out of the bushes about ten feet away. A big grin showed white teeth even whiter against his brown face.
The two boys wasted no time in talk. They made tracks, and fast, away from the river, away from the border guard. After an hour of steady traveling, Chuba darted off the main path, following a little used one deep into the bush.
"We rest here," Chuba said, gasping for breath.
"Okay by me," said Biff. It seemed to him that every bone, every muscle in his body ached. The struggle through the jungle growth, the tension of making the river crossing, had worn both boys out. Both were only too happy to stretch out and let their bodies regain strength.
"So this is China," Biff said wearily.
He sat up, dug into his bundle, and took out a small bottle of antiseptic. This he rubbed over the scratches on his legs and arms. He handed the bottle to Chuba. Then he took out a large tube of insect repellant. Flies and mosquitoes had formed a small cloud around the two.
"What happened?" Chuba asked. "I heard much gun shoots. I worry. I think maybe they shoot Biff."
"They tried to, Chuba. I fooled 'em, though."
"How you do this?"
"Well, I got across the river all right without being seen. Those guards really jumped when they heard
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you call. I'd gone maybe fifty feet down the trail, on this side, when I heard the guards coming back out of the brush, back to the trail. So I dived into a thicket and crawled away from the trail. I don't know how long I waited. Then I heard the guards getting nearer the spot where I was hiding."
"They almost find you?"
"Darn near it. I don't believe they could have been more than ten feet from me at one time. That's when I figured I had to do something. I found a stick about three feet long and as thick as your arm. I heard the guards talking to one another. Then I hurled the stick as far as I could. It crashed in the brush, made quite a noise. Just what I wanted. The guards rushed back down the trail toward the spot where the stick landed. Then they opened up. That's the shooting you heard."
Chuba smiled. "I bet they cut big hole in underbrush with those bullets."
"But we fooled them, Chuba. We got across."
"Now we better get moving again," the boy was suddenly very businesslike. "Not far from here is small village. When we get there, We take main road. Now we're inside China, no more have to take to secret trails and paths. We just two Chinese beggar boys."
By nightfall the boys had reached the crumbling gray wall surrounding a small village.
"In this village," said Chuba, "lives the young
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brother of my father. He will give us shelter for the night."
The boys passed through the village gate. Biff saw a small, rust-stained cannon seemingly hanging down from the wall on one side of the gate. At the other side, another cannon lay in the dirt at the base of the wall. It had long since broken away from its emplacement. Once, many years ago, these cannon protected the village from the raids of bandits. But now, the wall was crumbling in many places, and the city was open to anyone wishing to enter.
Biff and Chuba made their way along a narrow, dirt street, lined with small houses made of thatch and mud. Men, women, and children, all poorly dressed, moved back and forth, at times filling the street until it was difficult for the boys to make their way.
They reached the end of the street, a distance of not much more than a quarter of a mile. Chuba cut off to his left toward a house standing just inside the gray wall, but somewhat removed from the other houses.
"The house of my uncle," Chuba said, poimmg.
Biff was glad to leave the street. It was littered witli trash, and the smells were sickening.
"When we are inside the house of my uncle, you must not say a single word," Chuba warned. "I do not want even him to know you are America boy. I tell him you can hear but cannot talk. I tell him we on our way to visit the older brother of my father, he who lives on the banks of the Yangtze River."
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The house was roughly made of earthen bricks and thatched with wheat straw. A small man stood at the entrance to the house. The doorway was closed only by a drooping cloth, sewn together from several grain bags.
Chuba bowed low as he approached his uncle. They spoke together rapidly. Biff, of course, could not understand a single word spoken. Chuba turned to him.
"My uncle welcomes us. He says we may sleep here, and he will feed us. Come, we go in."
The floor of the house was earth, worn smooth and packed hard by the feet of three generations of the uncle's family. A Chinese woman looked at the boys as they entered, but spoke no word of greeting. She was the uncle's wife. Two children, each younger and smaller than Chuba, stared at the boys, their eyes round with wonder at seeing strangers.
Chuba's uncle spoke to his wife. Minutes later she brought both the boys a small portion of rice, served in an earthen saucer. The rice had little or no flavor for Biff. But it was hot, and he ate every grain.
Night had fallen. The only light came from the fire in the open oven set in one wall of the house.
The uncle spoke again to Chuba, and the boy nodded and motioned Biff to follow. The uncle took them into a small room which was to be their sleeping room. There were only three rooms in the house. Biff looked about him. The room was bare except for one low bench standing in the center. They would sleep that
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night on the dirt floor. And sleep they did, as if they were in the most comfortable beds ever made. At dawn, with another small bowl of rice to warm their stomachs, the boys were on their way again.
The boys crossed the Plateau of Yunnan and reached Chaochiang on the Yangtze River. This was the small town where the older brother of Chuba's father lived. From this uncle, Chuba borrowed a crudely built small boat, held together with wire and wooden pegs. Two cumbersome, double-bladed oars Would be power. The boat was to be left at Sund-hiango, a village about one hundred miles west of Chungking. Chuba's uncle would get it on his next trip to the large city.
The Yangtze River, rising out of the mountains of Tibet on its 3,500 mile course to the Yellow Sea, flows swiftly in the western part of China. The ugly, yellow water roars through chasms, with lofty crags on either side rising 300 feet high. The little boat, Biff in the bow, Chuba in the stern, raced along like a small chip of wood. It was fun at first after the tiring days of fighting their way through the jungle on foot. They sped through gorges, putting mile after mile behind them. As they neared Sundhiango, the river widened. Boiling white water told Biff that they were getting into shallower water. A roar from ahead told him they were approaching rapids.
They shot the first three rapids without trouble,
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then entered a broad, smooth stretch of water where they drifted slowly with the current. Rounding a sharp bend, Biff again heard the roar of white water. This time the roar was louder than before. The small craft suddenly picked up speed. The boat plunged into the swirling, dashing water and was tossed about as if it were a twig. Time and again, it seemed the boat would crash on a huge boulder. Each time the current swirled it around just in rime to prevent a smashup.
Looking ahead, Biff could see the end of the rapid. The round swell of the water was a warning-falls ahead! There must be a drop of several feet, Biff figured. He couldn't see directly beyond the falls. All that was visible was a broad body of water beyond- smooth, quiet, wide enough to be a small lake.
There was nothing to do but pray that the boat would get safely over the falls and into the calm water beyond.
"Hold on, Chuba!" Biff called. Oars were useless now.
The boat was caught up in a natural spillway, a narrow, fast-moving path of water which shot over the falls and plunged downward. The boat shot over the spillway. For moments, it seemed to hang in mid-air. Then it hit the water below with a bone-jarring smack.
"We made it!" Biff cried jubilantly, turning to look back at Chuba. Chuba had disappeared. He had been thrown out of the boat as it leaped over the falls. Biff
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spotted his friend's head in the water twenty feet this side of the falls.
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"Have a good swim, Chuba," Biff shouted gaily. -"I'll wait for you." Biff reset the oars and leaned them
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on his knees. "Hey, chum, not so much splash-" Biff's happy call faded out. Chuba was floundering in the water. His arms stopped thrashing and his head went out of sight. Then it bobbed into view, only to sink a second time.
With a start, Biff realized that Chuba couldn't swim.
CHAPTER XIII
The First Clue
JACK HUDSON looked up from his desk as Muscles, the powerful mechanic, came in. For a few moments the two men stared at one another, saying nothing. Muscles, hands on hips, broad shoulders squared, chest thrust out, looked like an angry bull about to charge.
"Okay, Muscles, let's have it," Jack said.
"About those kids. What are we going to do?"
"I wish I knew. We've got to do something."
"You're darn tootin' we have," Muscles bellowed. "I'm sick and tired of just sitting around here, waiting. We got to act."
"Take it easy, Muscles. I've been thinking about it as much as you have."
"Now look, Jack. Charlie Keene's been gone almost a month. The kids nearly two weeks."
"I know. I know. But what can we do? You know what it means to go in after them."
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"You think you know where they are?"
Jack nodded his head. "I've got a pretty good idea where the boys are heading. I just hope Charlie's in the same general area. I just hope they're not all scattered over the face of China."
"What bugs me most is Biff being spotted by now. An American kid among all those Chinese-bound to be!"
"I don't think so, Muscles. Biff and Chuba worked out a disguise that made Biff look more like a Chinese than Chuba does. Biff not only fooled me, but fooled Ti Pao as well."
"He fooled Chuba's father? That's really something."
Jack nodded his head. "Yeah. Both of those kids are plenty smart. I think they'll make it in. They might even get a line on Charlie's whereabouts. But getting back out-" Jack shook his head soberly.
"That's where we get into the act," Muscles said quickly. "Look, I got the Cessna tuned up so she's purring like a kitten. Extra fuel tanks installed. We can go in, pick up Charlie and the kids-"
"7f we could find them."
"We can find them. Look, here's my idea. We go in together. At night. You drop me. I locate Charlie and the kids, then I make a signal on the shortwave transmitter, and bang, you come, pick us up, and all's well."
Jack didn't answer at once. He was considering
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Muscles' idea. "You make it sound so easy. But I don't know. Give me a little time to think it over."
"We can take off at dusk tonight."
"I haven't said we would yet, Muscles. I'll let you know."
Muscles glowered at Jack and pounded one huge fist into the palm of his other hamlike hand.
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Biff didn't hesitate. This was real trouble. If he didn't get to his friend at once, Chuba might go under for good. Finding him beneath the surface of the muddy river would be impossible. Biff's body split the air as he dived toward the sinking Chuba. Powerful strokes of his arms pulled Biff swiftly through the water. He reached Chuba.
"Take it easy. Take it easy, Chuba. I've got you. You'll be all right. Don't fight me."
Biff crooked his left arm around Chuba's neck.
"Just lie on your back, Chuba. I'll do the rest."
At Biff's words Chuba stopped thrashing. He forced himself to relax, buoyed both in body and spirit by the firmness of Biff's arm.
Slowly, with a one-armed backstroke, Biff towed the native boy toward the shore. The current slackened below the falls, making Biff's task possible. Foot by foot, Biff propelled himself and Chuba toward the riverbank. At long last, he felt one of his kicking feet touch bottom.
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"Okay, Chuba. I think you can stand up here. Try it."
Chuba's feet touched bottom. The two boys staggered through the shallow water to safety. Chuba stretched out on the bank, gasping and trembling.
"You save my life, Biff.. How can Chuba ever thank you?"
"Skip the thanks, Chuba. You've done plenty for me. And I know you'll do plenty more. But how come you never learned to swim?"
"Not many Chinese boys swim. Not in rivers where I grow up. Crocodiles."
"I get it. Too dangerous."
Chuba nodded his head.
"Look, Chuba. You rest here. I've got to get the boat. All our supplies are in it."
Biff jumped up and ran along the bank downstream. The boat was drifting slowly, lazily toward the bank. Biff plunged back into the water. He reached the boat, pulled himself in over the side, and rowed to shore. Chuba had moved down the bank, and waded out to grab the boat's bow. He pulled it up on the bank.
Half an hour later the boys reembarked. For the rest of the day they traveled in smooth water. By dark, they reached Sundhiango, last stop of their river voyage.
From Sundhiango they headed northwest, toward the foothills of Mt. Minya Konka, west of Chungking and Chengtu. Once clear of the river city, the boys
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moved along a dirt road until weariness overtook them. Off the road, they built a small fire, ate a mixture of flour and rice Chuba dreamed up, and then slept.
In the morning, Chuba inspected Biff carefully.
"What's the matter?" Biff demanded.
"You almost America boy again. More like fish called carp, though. All streaky."
"What do you mean?"
"Your swims in river. Make betel juice fade. You look at self. We got to make you Chinese beggar boy again."
Chuba took out his bottle of juice, and smeared Biff's body and face. "Now, all good again. We move out."
"And up," Biff said, looking toward the mountains.
By late afternoon, Biff and Chuba reached a town in the foothills. They had been climbing steadily all day. Several times Biff had to swallow to clear the pressure in his ears, brought on by the higher altitude.
"You have some money, Biff?" Chuba asked.
"Yep. Got a bunch of Burmese rupees. Can you spend them in China?"
"Spend them like you say like water. Rupees much good. Better than Chinese money. Chinese money now called jin rmn piao. Takes many jins to make one rupee."
Biff dug into his bundle and brought out several coins. "This enough?"
"Is plenty. We go into town to market. Chuba buy
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some food. You like dried fish? Lichee nuts good, too."
"Ugh. I'd rather have a hot dog."
"Ah, hot dog?" Chuba nodded wisely. "Muscles tell me in America you eat the dogs but like them hot."
"By the millions, Chuba. Especially at baseball games. But not the kind that bark."
"Not real dogs?"
"Nope. These are sort of like a sausage-shaped like sausage. You know sausage?"
Chuba nodded his head. "Oh sure, stuffed with rice, shark fins, and sesame seeds, is real tasty." Biff shrugged. Might as well give up. Chuba would just have to eat a genuine frankfurter some day.
The boys walked on to the edge of the town. Biff stopped before they passed through the gate. "Hold it a minute, Chuba. Something I want to ask you."
Biff had decided to make the first move toward locating his Uncle Charlie. He considered showing Chuba the green ring. Should he do so now, or hold on to it for an ace in the hole, for a time when the ring might be the means of getting them out of a really tough jam. He'd wait.
"What you want to ask Chuba?"
"I want to know if you ever heard of a big and well-known Chinese family. It was called the House of Kwang." Biff studied the native boy's face.
"Sure. Chuba hear about them. Once they rich. Big rich. Own many, many acres for wheat fields. Many many acres for rice. They own big grain sheds where
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other people bring wheat and rice to sell them for to store it. But now no more rice. Not rich and powerful any more. Revolution and new government get rid of all big landowners."
"Did the House of Kwang have any property, any acres around here?"
"No own acres here. But once they own big warehouse, like I say, for to buy and sell wheat and rice and all kinds clothes and things."
"Here in this town?"
Chuba nodded his head.
"Well, look, Chuba. I think maybe my Uncle Charlie came into this part of China because of something he had to do with the House of Kwang. I don't know exactly what. Do you think any members of that family would be around here?"
Chuba thought about Biff's question. "I don't know, Biff. But can find out. Although family no longer strong and rich, Chuba has heard they still stick close together. Help each other out. If one member of family get in bad with government bosses, others get him out if he put in prison."
"Okay. That's what I wanted to know from you. When we get to the market, think you could ask some questions without giving us away? I mean without letting the people you ask know that we're in here looking for Uncle Charlie?"
"Think so, Biff. I ask if anyone hear about big bird -American bird with much roaring noise. Lots peo-
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pie in this part of China still call airplane big bird." "If you find anyone who seems to have the kind of information we're looking for, see if there's any talk about a plane cracking up around here. I feel sure Uncle Charlie would have come back long ago if there weren't something wrong with his plane."
"You trust Chuba, Biff. He find out everythings." The boys passed the gate of the walled town. This town was the largest one they had yet gone through. The dirt streets again were filled with people milling back and forth. Children stared at them wide-eyed and curious. Dogs darted in and out, looking for scraps of food. Pigs roamed the streets, paying no more attention to the people than the people did to them.
Biff could tell they were nearing the market place. His nose knew. Inside the market, an open-air market filling one long block, the boys passed booths selling everything from hot soups to shiny silks. Strings of garlic hung on racks in all the food booths. The Chinese chew garlic the way Americans chew gum. Small cakes made of chopped vegetables and fruits were piled high on trays. There were fried peanuts and sugar-covered orange peels. Strings of dried fish swung in the air. Smoked ducks were suspended by their necks from long, slender bamboo rods.
Chuba made several purchases. Biff, having to remain silent, was unable to protest against some of the foods Chuba added to his cloth sack. But he knew he'd have to be mighty hungry to eat them.
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At one booth, where Chuba made several purchases, the native boy had a long talk with the owner. During the conversation, Chuba once extended his arms straight from his sides, and gave out with a sound like an airplane engine, an engine that sputtered.
The Chinese only shook his head.
The boys walked along. "I think he know something, but no tell me," Chuba said quietly. "When first I ask about big bird, a look on his face tell me he has heard of something. But when I ask more, and become airplane myself, he say no, he hear of nothing. I ask more people."
Biff tagged along, silent, watchful, amazed at many of the strange things sold in the market. He saw a goose egg and watched a shopper haggle with the owner over its price. Later, Chuba told him the egg was four years old and uncooked.
"Most delicious," Chuba said.
Biff shuddered.
Every store sold dried watermelon seeds. Chuba bought some, gave a handful to Biff. Biff chewed on them, but found little taste to the small morsel inside the shell.
It had become dark. Flares lighted the market place. Chuba turned to Biff, a discouraged look on his face. "Buying things fine. Finding out about Sahib Charlie not fine. Chuba learn nothing."
The boys retraced their steps back to the city gates. Again they were going to sleep in the open. Biff much
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preferred this to sleeping on the floor of an airless room.
Just as they passed through the gate, a figure came out of the shadows. He touched Chuba on the arm and in a hissing whisper, spoke into the boy's ear.
"Man say for me to come back with him. Maybe can help me. Say I must come alone. You stay right here, Biff. Chuba be all right. Be back quick." Chuba and the stranger headed back toward the market.
But Chuba didn't come back quickly. The minutes seemed to drag along. Biff was becoming worried. He had just about made up his mind to seek Chuba out when he saw his friend running toward him.
Chuba was breathless, more from excitement than from his short run.
"Chuba has news. Big news. Man takes me back to another fellow. This other fellow much wise. Say he hear big American plane make force landing. Near mountains. Maybe fifty miles from here."
"Did he tell you how long ago, Chuba?"
Chuba nodded his head up and down rapidly. "He say maybe three, maybe four weeks ago."
"Hey. That is good news. That could be Uncle Charlie. Did he know what happened to the pilot? Was he hurt?"
"I ask that. But fellow say he don't know."
Biff was thoughtful for a few moments. "It's a good lead, Chuba. You know which way to go?"
"Sure. Fellow tell Chuba."
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"Seems to me this fellow told you a lot. I wonder why. Particularly since no one else seemed to know what you were talking about."
"I don't know, Biff. Fellow very nice. But funny-looking fellow."
"What do you mean, funny looking?"
"One eye closed like door. No see out of it. Fellow have only one good eye."
Biff's thoughts raced back to the Chinese passenger on the plane from Indianapolis to Chicago-a Chinese with a drooping eyelid.
CHAPTER XIV
The Circling Plane
THE next day, in a small village of only a few mud and thatched houses, Chuba continued his inquiries. This time, the second man he asked told of having heard of a big bird "roar like the thunders of heaven." It had been seen coming down in the mountains.
In mid-afternoon of the second day after leaving the market town, Chuba came up with more definite information. He was told that a flying man had come down in the foothills near a police outpost called Jaraminka.
Chuba was elated by the news that now seemed to be coming to them so easily.
"Too easily," Biff said.
"How you mean, Biff?"
"I'm not sure, Chuba. But it seems strange to me that everyone seems to be helping us along. It's as if we're being guided to this certain place."
"That is not good?"
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Biff shook his head. "It's too good. It could be a trap. I'm pretty sure now that someone has spotted me, or at least, knows I'm in this part of China."
"How could they know that? You look like Chinese boy, not like American Biff Brewster."
Biff didn't reply at once. He was thinking. He was thinking that by asking questions about the House of Kwang, about a downed flyer, someone's curiosity had been aroused. Someone was very interested in his search for Charles Keene. Otherwise, how had it been so easy to get the information Chuba had been given?
Biff also felt sure that the person, or persons, responsible for feeding Chuba directional information must know that it was he, Biff Brewster, who was in China. He couldn't drive from his mind the picture of the Chinese with the drooping eyelid. Chuba's description of the man with one eye fitted too closely.
"Chuba, I think we're definitely being led into a trap. Someone is leading us to the place where my uncle is. It may be friends. It may be members of the House of Kwang. But, it also may be enemies of my uncle. They may be holding my uncle prisoner, and want to capture me, too. Don't ask me why, I don't know all the answers. But I've got a hunch."
"If we being led into trap like poor little goat into dragon's mouth, maybe we better stop. Maybe go different way. Maybe better give Jaraminka the by-go," Chuba suggested.
Biff smiled. "No, we won't give Jaraminka the 'go-
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by.' We'll let ourselves be led into-or up to the trap. It's our only chance of finding my uncle. We don't have any other leads. But maybe we can get right up to the trap and avoid having it sprung on us."
The boys climbed a narrowing mountain trail higher into the foothills. Nightfall found them in a wild, desolate spot. No lights could be seen in any direction they looked. At the altitude they had reached, a chill came with the night air.
Chuba hurried about searching for dried, dead wood. He heaped up a large pile.
"Think it's safe to build a fire?" Biff asked.
"Sure. Much safe. Better to have fire and be warm. Better also to have fire to keep mountain bears and wild pigs away. Anyway, who want to catch two boys?"
"I don't know, Chuba. I don't know," Biff replied.
The fire was soon blazing, sending out its friendly warmth and brightening the wild spot where the boys had decided to pitch their camp. Chuba had water boiling in a small can, ready for the rice which had become their nightly meal-rice, with some of the strange foods Chuba had purchased stirred in it.
"Chow, Biff. We eat. I way out hungry, man."
Chuba started ladling out the steaming dish.
"Hold it a minute, Chuba. Hear anything?"
Chuba raised his head. Both boys tensed. From far away, to the south, there came a low hum, not much louder than the buzz of a bee. As the boys listened,
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the hum grew louder and more distinct. A minute ^passed. There was no mistaking the sound now.
"It's a plane, Chuba! A plane!"
"Maybe Sahib Charlie," Chuba shouted.
"Look! Look!" Biff was on his feet, pointing. Now the plane was in sight against the darkening sky. It was coming low. Its green starboard wing light and red port wing light were flashing alternately on and off, on and off.
The plane seemed to be coming directly at them, as if attracted moth-like to their bright fire. It swooped over the boys, so low they both involuntarily ducked. Then the plane circled, roared back over them, and then disappeared over a low ridge to the west. The sound of its twin engines died away.
"I'd bet you anything that was a Cessna. Like the job that brought me to Unhao from Rangoon," Biff said, his voice filled with excitement.
"You mean like plane that Muscles fix for sahibs back at camp?"
"That's right, Chuba. Can't be sure, though."
"Maybe was scouting plane of army. Maybe was spying on us," Chuba said.
Biff's spirits sank. Chuba could be right.
"Think we better get out of here then? Find another place and hide?"
"Might be good idea, Biff. Hate to leave nice warm fire, though."
"And I'd hate to leave just in case that was a plane
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from Unhao, looking for us. Or, as you said, it just could be Uncle Charlie."
The boys sat down by the fire. Biff ate his food slowly. The minutes became an hour. Another hour passed. Chuba had curled up in his long cloak, and was sound asleep. Biff looked at the sleeping boy, and felt a yawn stretching over his face.
He stirred the fire, pulled his long cloak firmly about him, and curled up too. He didn't think he could sleep-his mind was too filled with thoughts about the plane. But Biff's resistance to sleep was mostly in his mind, not in his body. Tired-he always seemed tired these days-he dropped off to sleep in seconds.
How long he slept, Biff didn't know. But he did know that something had awakened him. He opened his eyes. He listened. He thought he heard a sound just behind a nearby stunted tree.
"Chuba." He poked his companion. "Chuba, wake up."
Chuba stirred, rolled over, and opened his eyes to look into Biff's face. "What is it, Biff?"
"I think somebody's watching us. From just outside the ring of the fire's light."
Both boys remained silent. Nothing happened. Then the sound came again. Someone, or something, was certainly watching them. Biff could hear his own heart beat. He looked in the direction of the sound. A huge figure stepped from behind the tree. As it walked to-
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ward the fire, its dancing shadow became that of a giant.
"Well, fancy meeting you here!" the giant said.
"Muscles!"
The boys jumped to their feet. The giant mechanic, a big grin splitting his face, strode up to the fire. Biff and Chuba leaped on him, pounding him on the back.
"Easy boys. Easy. I'm footsore and bone-tired from walking over these here mountains. Never had anything like them back in good old Kentucky."
"How'd you get here? Was that your plane? Who was flying it? Where'd you land? Is my uncle safe?" Biff's questions shot out in a rapid-fire burst.
"Easy, Biff. Easy. One at a time. Now I'll try to answer your quiz program. No word from your uncle. Yep, that was me in that plane that flew over here a coupla hours ago. Jack Hudson was flying her. We touched down just long enough for me to hop out. Jack's almost back to Unhao by now. Now how 'bout a spot of China tea? I'm tired and hungry."
"Me fix, Muscles. Right away. Chop. Chop." Chuba got busy. More wood went on the fire. Out came the all-purpose can, this time to boil water for Muscles' tea.
"Now what about you two? Give me a fill-in."
Biff quickly sketched the happenings since he and Chuba had slipped out of the camp at Unhao.
"So you think someone's spotted you?" Muscles asked.
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"I'm sure of it. Someone sure knows Uncle Charlie's being looked for. We've been getting more information than they hand out at Grand Central Station in New York."
"And you've been told that a plane came down near a place called Jaraminka."
Biff nodded his head.
"How far is that place from here?"
"Not far," Chuba replied. "Maybe a day's walk. If we start early in morning . . . Here's your tea."
Muscles took the hot liquid. "Well then, Jaraminka, here we come."
As Muscles sipped his tea, he told the boys about landing on a cleared, level plateau over a ridge of the Thanglung foothills to the west.
"Not too far from here," Muscles looked at his watch. "Took me about two hours to walk back to this fire we spotted from the air. We couldn't be sure, of course, but we hoped it would be you boys. I guess I must have walked almost straight up and down farther than I walked straight ahead to get here."
"And Jack went back?" Biff asked.
"Yep. But we've got it all fixed. When we find Charlie, we're to make our way back to that plateau. I've got a portable transmitter with me. When we get there, I make a signal. Jack flies in, and it's back to Un-hao we go."
Muscles made it sound so simple. Biff felt good as
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he listened to the big man talk so confidently. But there were lots of "ifs"-if they found Charles Keene, if they got back to the plateau, if the signal was heard on time, if Jack could come back in. Biff shook his head. It was good to have big Muscles with them, though. In any trouble, Muscles had a lot of weight to throw around.
"Now suppose we catch some more of that stuff called shut-eye-sleep to you, Chuba, and be up and at 'em early in the ay em."
"Chuba catch plenty eye-shut, Sahib Muscles. Tomorrow going to be big days."
Eye-shut! The two words reminded Biff of the Chinese with the drooping eyelid.
The two boys and the man stretched out by the fire and slept. At daybreak, Muscles stirred. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and sat up.
"Hey!" he exclaimed. "Looks like we've got visitors."
Biff and Chuba sat up quickly. Standing silently, forming a ring surrounding the three and the dying embers of the fire, were eight of the fiercest looking men Biff had ever seen.
CHAPTER XV
Bandits!
BIFF shot a quick look at Chuba. He wanted to see his friend's reaction to the startling appearance of these men who looked as if they had sprung from the age of primitive man. Good? Bad? Chuba would know.
Chuba's eyes roved over the group. He turned his head quickly from man to man, turning around to complete the circle. A frown on the native boy's face gave Biff his answer. Chuba was worried.
"Man, oh, man! Did you ever see anything like that bunch?" Muscles asked. "They're from way out of nowhere."
There was every reason for Muscles to be amazed. The men were small but squat and powerfully built. Their eyes were slanted in broad, dirty faces, the color of stained copper. Wide, cruel mouths turned down on either side. Scraggly strands of wiry hair sprouted from ragged caps made of mangy fur.
Their legs were wrapped in rags. Coats, if they
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could be called coats, were made of skins of wild animals, mountain goats, deer. One of the men wore the skin of the Himalayan black bear.
They stood in silence, their small, beady eyes watching for any move on the part of Muscles and the boys. Two of the men held short, thick clubs in their hands. Another held a long stick. Biff noticed that on the end a wicked knife had been attached by thongs. Others held long, gleaming curved knives in their hands. Only one man carried a gun, a short, two barreled shotgun. It was an old gun. Someone had sawed off the barrel. It could deal out body-ripping shots at short range.
"Who are they, Chuba?" Biff asked.
"You mean what are they?" Muscles cut in.
"Bandits. Chinese bandits," Chuba replied. "They bad. Very bad."
"They're not soldiers, then. Not members of any patrol?"
Chuba shook his head. "No. Much worse. These people roam the hills and mountains. They steal, kill. They like wild men. Sometimes come into town, but most times, live like tribe, sleep in caves, eat anything they can kill."
"What do they want with us?" Biff asked.
"Rob us. Maybe kill us if we try to fight."
"Huh. Some chance," Muscles cut in again. "Why, I can take on that whole gang single-handed." Muscles towered over the bandits. He was bigger, and
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weighed more than any two of the bandits together.
"Not so sure, Muscles," Chuba said quietly. "These men fight and kill bears, tigers. Only use their knives."
"Only guy that worries me is that one with the sawed-off shotgun," Muscles decided.
"Why don't they say something, Chuba? What are they waiting for?" Biff asked.
Chuba shrugged his shoulders.
"Can't they talk? Can you understand their language?"
"They talk, sure. But be hard for Chuba to understand them. They speak what you call tribe dialect. Some Chinese words. Some words only they know."
"Can they understand you?"
"Sure. They understand most Chinese talk. Not all words. But enough."
"Ask them what they want."
Chuba swallowed. He directed a rapid string of Chinese words at the man carrying the gun.
The gun carrier grunted and spoke in a deep, guttural voice to the man beside him.
"Did you get that, Chuba?"
Chuba shook his head.
The gun carrier took one step forward. He looked Muscles carefully up and down. Next his eyes swept over Biff. Then he spoke, turning his eyes on Chuba. He spoke slowly. Sometimes moments of silence would appear between his spaced words.
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"He says they want all things we have. Gun man speaker says he wants clothes of the giant man."
"My clothes! Fat chance," Muscles snarled.
The bandit spoke again.
"He says open up bundles. He wants to see what We have."
Biff knelt down. His and Chuba's bulky bundles were together. Biff started untying the nearest one, which happened to be Chuba's.
"If we give them our things, will they let us alone?" Biff asked.
"Chuba can't say. Maybe so so. Maybe no. Maybe they give us this." Chuba brought his hand swiftly across his throat. Biff felt a sickening sensation in his stomach.
Feeling around in Chuba's bundle, Biff's hand struck an oblong object. It felt like a box. Biff carefully lifted the cloth from which the bundle was made. He raised it so that the bandits would be unable to see what the box was. If the situation hadn't been such a dangerous one, Biff would have laughed. Chuba had brought with him his Evil Spirit Box-the one Muscles had frightened Chuba with the first morning Biff was in camp.
Touching the box, an idea came into Biff's head.
"Chuba, quick! Tell me more about these bandits. Are they superstitious? I mean, frightened by strange things, things they've never seen before?"
"Much afraid. Big fear of spirits."
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Biff nodded his head. "I've got an idea. Think we could scare them with your Evil Spirit Box?"
Excitement danced in Chuba's eyes. "They be scared like crazy. More scared than Chuba was."
"Okay. We'll try it. Now you tell them something like this. Tell them we are protected by magic of the gods. The evil spirit will put its hand on them unless they let us go. They are not to bother us. Make it good. Bow down and stuff like that. Look to the sky and make like you're calling the spirit."
"Chuba catch wise. Make big show."
"Okay. Now, at some point when you're putting on your act, when the bandits are all looking at you, I'll yell "Fly!" When I do, I'll toss your spirit box into the air. You swing around and catch it. I'll have it started. You hold it up high when the siren's going. Then place it on the ground and jump back when the hand comes out. Tell them that's the hand of the evil spirit, reaching out to touch them."
Chuba was grinning now. Muscles stood there, hands on hips, shaking his head. Chuba turned back to the bandit leader. He hunched up his shoulders. He twisted his face into an ugly leer. Then he began speaking. He spoke at first in a sing-song voice. He spoke faster and faster, raising his voice higher. He dropped down and touched the ground three times with his head. Up he leaped, extending his arms skyward.
Chuba was putting on a good show. Biff watched
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the faces of the bandits closely. There was no expression, yet their eyes followed every movement Chuba made.
Biff took the spirit box out. No one saw him. Even Muscles was fascinated by Chuba's writhing, his singsong chanting. Biff touched the button activating the box.
"Fly!" he called out. He tossed the box in the air, high enough so that as it came down over Chuba's head, it almost appeared to be falling from the sky.
Chuba caught the box deftly. Again he spoke to the bandits. He raised the box high over his head, just as the first faint whine of the siren began. The siren's scream rose higher and higher. Quickly Chuba placed the box on the ground and stepped back. The lid of the box slowly opened.
Biff looked again at the bandits. The faces without expression now looked curious, then terrified.
The lid of the box raised. The plastic hand snaked out.
Stark terror now seized the bandits. They cringed back. One of them, unable to stand it any longer, turned, broke, and ran. He was followed by another and another. Only the leader remained, staring at the spirit box as if spellbound.
Muscles went into action. He dived for the box. He snatched it from the ground, turned, and with the box extended in his outstretched hands, he moved toward the bandit chief. This was too much. With a hor-
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rifled shriek, the bandit chief turned and raced down the slope after his companions. All were running as if they were really pursued by demons.
Muscles quickly reset the box, so that the scream of the siren, rising to its highest pitch, seemed to be following close to the bandits' ears.
Muscles put the box back on the ground. He slapped his huge thighs, threw back his head, and roared with laughter. Biff and Chuba joined him. All three laughed until they sank to the ground, their voices shaking as they tried to talk.
Finally, Muscles heaved his shoulders and took a deep breath. "Ever see anything like that? Those guys were really scared. Took off like jet fighters. When I think that I sent to the States for that fool toy to scare Chuba, well. . . ."
"Never knew it was going to save your life, did you? Still think twenty dollars was too much for it?" Biff said, trying to control his laughter.
"I level with you now, Muscles. I real scared first time I see spirit box," Chuba confessed.
"But those guys! They really did think the Evil Spirit was going to put the hand on them," Muscles said.
"Here's one time I'm glad you can't tell good from evil," Biff said.
"Think they'll come back, Chuba?" Muscles asked.
"Never. They really gone. Give us the big go-round now. Not ever want to see us and box again."
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"The spirit really moved them, eh, Biff?" Muscles said.
Biff laughed, but Muscles' joke was over Chuba's head.
It was almost broad daylight now. The sun was rising. Biff stood up. "We'd better get going. Maybe we can reach Jaraminka by nightfall."
"Okay by me," Muscles agreed. "Let's make with the feet, Chuba."
Biff looked northward. Nestled somewhere in the foothills of the Thanglung mountains was the outpost of Jaraminka. Uncle Charlie might be there. He might be the bait being used to bring Biff and his companions into a trap.
It was a risk they would have to take.
CHAPTER XVI
Strange Discovery
IN the distance, perhaps a hundred miles away, the towering peak of Mt. Minya Konka, reaching 25,000 feet skyward, could be seen. The day was clear, crystal-blue clear. The air was chill and would remain so until the sun's rays bore down more strongly.
"You better take the lead, Chuba," Muscles said. "Off we go, searching for Ja-ra-mink-a." He sang his last sentence to the tune of the Air Force song, "Into the Wild Blue Yonder."
"Hold it a minute," Biff said. "You know, if we head straight for Jaraminka, we might be walking right into the hands of the enemy. Wouldn't they expect us to take the most direct route?"
"You got something there, Biff, m'boy. What're you cooking?" Muscles asked.
"I think we should head west, west northwest, rather than due north. Head for Minya Konka. Then,
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when we've gone further inland, cut back north and make our approach to Jaraminka from the west."
"Good idea, Biff. Let's move out."
The three trudged westward, climbing, climbing. Big, craggy rocks dotted the sides of the slopes they scrambled up. Often they had to make wide detours to get around a cliff that rose straight up.
After two hours of scrambling, slipping, struggling against the rugged terrain, Muscles called a halt.
"We'd better take a break." The rarefied air of the altitude had all three panting for breath. At Muscles' words, Biff and Chuba sank to the ground without a word. Muscles flung himself to the ground beside them. Slowly their breathing became more even, strength flowed back into their bodies.
Muscles sat up, pulled out a cigarette. He lit it, took three deep puffs and tossed it away.
"Burns my lungs at this altitude. How far you figure we've gone, kids?"
"Like you said last night. If we measure the ups and downs, then we've covered quite a distance. But I doubt if we've covered more than five miles straight away," Biff answered, and Chuba nodded in agreement.
"That plateau where Jack landed me must be just a short distance south of here. I'm making landmarks so we can spot the place when we come back," Muscles explained.
Biff looked the area over carefully, too. Two peaks
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rose straight up, miles apart. A smaller peak was centered exactly between the two taller ones.
"Just like the letter 'W,' " Biff said to himself. He would remember that.
"Think we better turn north now, Biff?" Muscles said. "Be lot easier traveling. Faster, too. We'll be moving along the valley. Not so much of this up and down stuff. Particularly the up. I've had enough of that. I'll take my climbing in a plane."
"I guess so, Muscles. We'll head up the valley, now, Chuba," Biff directed.
They set off again. Traveling was easier. They moved along briskly. The air was becoming warmer, and soon the floor of the valley sent up shimmering heat waves in front of them.
Except for brief pauses, no one called for a break until Muscles looked at his watch.
"It's noon. How about a breather and something to eat?"
Chuba broke out his supply of food-his "goodies," Biff had named them.
"This is food?" Muscles asked skeptically, looking at the portion Chuba handed him. He ate it, but his face twisted comically as he tasted and then quickly gulped the food.
After a half-hour rest, during which Muscles complained bitterly about the menu, they were ready to continue. Their progress up the valley continued
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smoothly for the first hour. Rounding a sharp bend, the valley came to an abrupt end.
"Now what's this little obstacle placed in our path?" Muscles asked.
"Wish it were just a little obstacle," Biff replied. Directly ahead of them, the ground angled sharply upward. Above, it leveled off like the outside rim of a giant football stadium.
"We go right or we go left, Chuba?" Muscles asked.
"We'll go straight up," Biff replied. "Let's see what's on top. Surely can't tell from here. After we take a look-see, we'll probably bear to the right. Jaraminka must be off that way." Biff pointed slightly to the northeast. "Think so, Chuba?"
Chuba nodded his head.
They mounted toward the rim at the top of the sharp incline. In places, the ground rose so sharply they had to pull themselves up, grabbing the stunted trees for handholds.
Nearing the top, they ran into a barrier that stopped them cold. This was a man-made obstacle, the last thing to expect in this wild, remote country. It was a heavy, metal-barred fence. It stood higher than Muscles' head, and three strands of ugly barbed wire were stretched along the top.
"What the-" Muscles' eyes bugged out in astonishment.
The fence stretched out to the right and left in a
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long curve. The ground was cleared on both sides of the fence, forming a path easy to walk along.
"This we have to find out about," Biff said. "Why-fence in a mountain top unless there's something inside that's top secret?"
"That fence could be electrified. Stay clear of it," Muscles warned.
"Could be," Biff said, "but I doubt it. It would take a lot of power to do it. Besides, where would the power come from? Let's follow it, to the right. But be alert. Good fences don't mean good neighbors here. I've a hunch these good fences mean good guards every few feet."
They followed the curving fence cautiously and on the alert. Biff took the lead. They continued until Biff figured they had covered ninety degrees of a gigantic circle. The fence remained an equal distance from the rim at the top as they followed the path.
"Hold it!" Biff held up his hand. Then he motioned Muscles and Chuba forward.
"Look," Biff pointed to a gap, wide enough and deep enough for a man's body to slip beneath the fence.
"Some animal must have been as curious as we are," Biff said. "Something burrowed under the fence."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Muscles grinned. He dropped to his hands and knees and wiggled through the opening. Chuba followed, and Biff brought up the rear.
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Crouching low, the three approached the top of the rise. They crawled the last few feet, reached the rim, and raised their heads slowly. What they saw made them all gasp.
They were looking into an immense bowl, covering an area so great it was impossible to take it in with one look. They pivoted their heads, following the rim of the bowl.
The activity on the floor of the bowl made them squint their eyes in disbelief. Everywhere they looked they saw bulldozers, huge cranes, steam shovels, and thousands of men working furiously. The bottom of the bowl was so far away that the Working men seemed like small moving specks. The noises of the steam shovels digging into the earth and the whines of the huge crane arms turning on their metal discs rose only dimly to the ears of the astonished spectators.
Toward the opposite side of the huge bowl, two cement runways in the shape of a plus sign were dotted with planes.
In still another section of the bowl, great steel try-Ions, resembling oversized high-tension wire supporters, reared skyward.
"What do you make of it?" Biff asked Muscles.
The burly mechanic scratched his head. "You got me. Could be a lot of things. It's got to be something mighty important, something really top secret to build this gigantic complex in this remote spot. And how did
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they get all this stuff in here?" Muscles asked himself.
"I think," Biff said, "we'd better get away from here-but fast."
Muscles nodded in agreement. The three backed down, reached the fence, scrambled beneath it, and headed for Jaraminka.
Making as much speed as they could, they put distance between themselves and their startling discovery. Biff's mind was filled with questions. Foremost among them was one which kept coming back like an exam question he couldn't answer.
Did this tremendous, secret construction job have anything to do with Uncle Charlie's flight into China?
CHAPTER XVII
A Red Hot Lead
NIGHT overtook Biff, Chuba, and Muscles before they reached Jaraminka. All were tired. The going in the dark Was rough. But Biff was determined to reach the town before they halted.
"Another hour," Biff said, "and if we haven't gotten there, we'll hole in for the night."
"Okay by me," Muscles answered.
Chuba nodded his head.
They didn't have to go for the full hour. Following a narrow path, no more than a rough goat trail, they rounded the side of a high pointed hill. From far below their dangerous perch on the hillside, they saw lights. Hundreds of lights, flickering like candles in a breeze. It was a beautiful sight to come upon suddenly in the night.
"Jaraminka," Biff said, and looked at Chuba for confirmation.
"You right, Biff. That Jaraminka."
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"It's a lot bigger place than I thought it would be," Muscles put in.
"It's in center of big, wide valley. Much good farm lands. Many rich peoples once live here. Is nice in summer. Not too hot."
"How about the House of Kwang, Chuba? They have any properties around Jaraminka?"
"Oh yes, Biff, always in summer time Old Lord and family go to Jaraminka. Old Lord have big place here. His big house still here, but Old Lord not own it any more."
"Chinese Commies run him out?" Muscles asked.
"You right, Muscles. They take over. Now this place big, important outpost for Chinese Army."
Why would the Chinese Army have a large installation in such a wild, remote section of their big, sprawling country? The answer came to Biff immediately. That big, fenced-in construction job was not more than ten miles away. That had to be the reason. Just what was being built, though, still puzzled the boy.
"We'll bed down here for the night," Biff said, "and go into the town early in the morning."
"Real early, Biff," Chuba said. "Soon as sun start rising, farmers go into town to market place. Bring things from farm to sell. We go in with them. People think we farmers, too."
"How about me?" Muscles asked. "I don't look like a Chinese farmer."
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Biff laughed. "Anything but."
"You have to stay here. Guard our camp. We go into town, find out things."
"Okay by me. But say-be sure and leave me my pal."
"Your pal? "Biff asked.
"Yeah. My pal of protection-the spirit box."
They all laughed, turned in and slept.
Early in the gray of morning, Biff and Chuba were on the outskirts of the village. A stream of solemn-faced farmers passed through the city's gate. Chuba and Biff attached themselves to the parade and entered unnoticed.
Biff had reached a decision. If any member of the House of Kwang could be located, he felt now would be the time to use the green ring. Keeping his voice low, he spoke to Chuba.
"Don't ask any more questions about Uncle Charlie. But find out, if you can, if there are any members of the Kwang family around here."
"I catch, Biff. If any Kwangs around, Chuba will locate them."
The boys wandered through the sprawling city. They made for the market place, always the center of the most activity. Going from stall to stall, Chuba! made his inquiries. He told the persons he questioned that once he and his father had served the House of Kwang. Now, he said, in a sad, tearful voice, he was
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only a beggar boy. If he could only find one of the young lords perhaps the lord Would remember his father, and give Chuba a helping hand.
At mid-morning, Chuba hit pay dirt. He engaged in a long conversation with a young, slender Chinese. This Chinese was different from the broad-faced farmers, the stall-keepers, the uniformed soldiers who thronged the market place. His facial features were fine, his clothing cleaner and richer than that of those surrounding him.
Biff watched Chuba anxiously. He saw his friend bob his head up and down in agreement, then the two parted.
Chuba rejoined Biff, motioned to him to follow, and Chuba led the way back to the gates of the city. Once outside, Chuba told Biff of his conversation.
"This man I talk to. His name Chan Li. Once he young lord of house like House of Kwang. Not so big. Not so rich. But House of Li and House of Kwang good friends. House of Li taken over just like House of Kwang. He hate government bosses."
Biff felt himself becoming excited. This could be the lead they had been searching for.
"Did you ask him if any members of the House of Kwang were still in Jaraminka?"
"Chuba did. Chan Li say yes. He say he know many things. But he say he must be very careful. Cannot take us to where Kwang family in hide-out unless we have proof we friends, not enemies, or police spies."
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Biff's hand went inside his cloak. He felt for the ring. This was it. The ring would bring the good fortune it promised.
"What's our next move?"
"We go back to where Muscles hiding. Then, when sun stands straight up in sky over our heads, we meet with Chan Li."
"Where? Back in the city?"
"Oh, no. Too much risky. Remember, on our way down to city, we come to little brook fed by spring?"
Biff nodded his head.
"We meet there. Come, we tell Muscles."
Back with Muscles, the three held a council. Their plans depended on what they would learn from Chan Li. But how could Muscles be kept informed? It wouldn't do for him to attend the meeting.
"Maybe I could be there but not be seen," Muscles said. "Any cover near the spring where I could hide? Maybe I could overhear what this Li character has to offer."
"I think so, Muscles. Come, we go down now and see. Not too long before sun stand straight up."
Near the spring, they found a heavy thicket where Muscles could conceal himself.
"When you're translating for Biff, raise your voice slightly, Chuba. Not loud enough to cause suspicion, but loud enough for me to hear."
"Let's have a dry run of that," Biff suggested.
Muscles concealed himself in the thicket. Chuba
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talked to Biff in a tone slightly louder than normal.
"You hear all right, Muscles?" Biff asked.
"You're coming through loud and clear," was the reply.
"How much time before noon?"
"Ten minutes," Muscles called back.
Chuba spoke to Biff. "You stay here now. I go little piece down hill, see if I can spot Chan Li coming up." Chuba left. Biff remained silent, not wanting to give Muscles' position away by talking to him any more.
In a few minutes Chuba returned. His face told Biff the story.
"He's coming. Be here real quick."
"Is he alone?"
"He by himself."
Good, Biff thought. If Chan Li acted suspiciously, or tried any funny stuff, Muscles lay in waiting.
Chan Li came into the small clearing around the spring. He bowed low to Chuba, then repeated the gesture to Biff.
"He asks who you are, Biff," Chuba translated.
"Tell him I am a friend of the House of Kwang. I seek their help."
Interpreter Chuba spoke swiftly.
"He says he needs proof of this. He must be sure you are real true friend."
It was now or never, Biff decided. He reached under his cloak and took out his key chain. Turning his back to Chuba and Chan Li, he took the ring off the
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chain. Turning, he held it out. "Ask Chan Li if this is proof enough?"
The slender Chinese stepped forward. He took the ring from Biff's hand. He inspected it carefully, then replaced it in Biff's hand.
"It is the ring of the Ancient One, the Old Lord of the House of Kwang," he said to Chuba. When Chuba gave this information to Biff, his heart pounded with excitement.
"Now tell him, Chuba, that we come here to find my Uncle Charles, or to get any definite information as to where he is."
Chuba's head Went up and down. He spoke to Chan Li. Their conversation went on and on. Biff's anxiety grew. Chan Li's answer was all important.
At long last, much to Biff's relief, the conversation ended. It was a solemn-faced Chuba who turned to Biff. "He has told me many things. Many things we wanted to know."
"Well, what are they? What are they?" Biff demanded impatiently.
"He says Sahib Charles is being hidden from soldiers by House of Kwang."
"What!" Biff clapped his hands. He couldn't contain his joy. "Tell me more."
"Chan Li says more, that Sahib Charles hurt self when plane come down."
Biff's joyful feeling vanished. "Badly? Was he hurt badly?"
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"No. Not too bad. But enough to keep him from traveling. Now he all better. All is arranged for House of Kwang to help Sahib Charles get back to Burma."
"What can we do to help?"
"Chan Li will take us to hide-out place. We get Sahib Charles, lead him back to-"
Biff held up his hand. "Wait." Biff felt there was still need for caution. He didn't want Chuba to mention the plan for the plane pickup. He didn't want him to reveal Muscles' presence. There was no way of knowing whether Chan Li understood English or not. Until they reached Uncle Charlie, it would be wiser, Biff felt, to hold back what little ammunition they still had.
"Ask him where is this hide-out where my uncle is?"
Chuba turned back to Chan Li. He spoke rapidly. Chan Li replied, and pointed in a direction north of Jaraminka.
"Just north of the city. In those foothills you can see from here."
"How long will it take us to get there?" Biff was asking these questions for the benefit of the hidden Muscles.
"An hour, says Chan Li. Maybe little more. But not much."
"And is he ready to take us there now?"
Chuba again nodded assent to the question.
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"Tell him, then, that we are ready to go right now."
Chuba spoke to Chan Li. The Chinese replied with a deep bow, and the sweep of one arm, as if to say, "I lead. You follow."
As if speaking to himself, but in a clear voice, Biff said, "An hour there, an hour with Uncle Charlie, and an hour back-a bit more, perhaps. Four hours at the most." Biff stressed the words, "four hours."
He hoped Muscles would understand. He hoped Muscles would know that if they weren't back in four hours, then something had gone wrong.
With Chan Li in the lead, they headed for the distant foothills.
CHAPTER XVIII
The House of Kwang
MUSCLES didn't move. He kept his eyes glued to his watch until ten minutes had passed. Not until then did he think it safe to come out of his hiding place. He had overheard every word. He, too, had been thrilled at hearing that his good friend, Charles Keene, was safe.
Going back up the hillside, being very careful to take the protection of all cover on the way, Muscles muttered to himself his admiration of Biff.
"Smart kid, that Biff," he said softly. "He's not showing his whole hand. He wants to be shown first." Muscles looked at his watch. The hands pointed to 12:30.
"Four hours, Biff said. That will make it four-thirty." Muscles grinned. "If they're not back by that time, Muscles is going to muscle in."
Nothing was said for the first half hour as Chan Li led Biff and Chuba into the foothills to the north of
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Jaraminka. Chan followed a course which curved around the city. The city lay below them, about three miles away, nestled in the center of an oval-shaped valley, rimmed by hills.
The growth on the sloping hillside was thick, but the path they traveled was wide and cleared enough for easy going. They made good speed. When they reached a point almost due north of the city, the path turned sharply to the left, and the incline steepened.
They puffed their way up the path, putting the city farther and farther behind them. After a particularly steep climb, they reached a level area. Looking ahead, Biff saw that the path came to a dead end against a low, stone Wall. Gaping holes in the wall showed that it had been a long, long time since any care had been taken of it.
Chan Li came to the wall and scrambled over it. Biff and Chuba followed. Chan Li called a halt once they were inside the wall, and standing in a thick clump of trees. Chan spoke to Chuba. Chuba interpreted to Biff.
"Chan say we almost there. Must go most careful now. Ahead is old house, big house, once house of important family. Family all dead. Only evil spirits remain. People afraid of old house."
Chan Li pushed deeper into the woods. Biff had no chance to voice suspicions that were growing in him. He felt that such a house must be known. But would the "evil spirits" keep authorities from investigating?
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Biff shook his head. He didn't like the situation. He couldn't tell exactly why, but his doubts grew stronger. True, the house was deep in a dense forest. It took quite a climb to reach it. It was a good five miles from the outskirts of Jaraminka, and there had been no sign of any other house on their path to reach it.
The woods started to thin out. Biff could see they were coming to an opening. As they neared it, Biff saw the gray outlines of several buildings, linked together by a high stone wall. There was no sign of life. The buildings, low, sprawling, had an ominous, mysterious quality about them. The space between the woods and the house was just wide enough for what once must have been a moat.
Chan Li led the boys to an arched opening in the wall, and they passed through it. Before them, Biff saw a large courtyard. A graveled pathway led to the main door. Three small pools were spaced on either side of the path from the opening to the house.
As they neared the door, Biff sensed and felt the presence of someone behind him. He turned his head. Two Chinese soldiers, each with a revolver in hand, had closed in behind the three.
Before Biff could raise his voice in protest, or question Chan Li, the Chinese guide spoke.
"Welcome to the House of Kwang." He entered the door. The guards moved up behind Biff and Chuba. There was nothing they could do but follow
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Chan Li. He led them down a long corridor. The corridor was lined with small rooms on each side. This may once have been the House of Kwang, Biff told himself, but there w'as little doubt as to what it was being used for now. The small windows in the center of the doors were barred. At several of the windows they passed, silent men stared out of the bars at them.
At the end of the corridor, two more guards threw open a large, richly decorated door. Chan Li, a leer on his face now, bowed low, and with a sweep of his arm, ushered the boys through.
"The courtyard of the Ancient One. The Old Lord of the House of Kwang." He spoke the words in perfect English.
In the center of the room two men sat on high-backed throne chairs. One of them was richly dressed in a flowing robe, decorated with red and gold dragons. The other man, much older, was in tattered clothing. A wispy beard waved downward from his chin. Both men wore tight-fitting skull caps.
"Approach, my friends," said the richly dressed man. Biff and Chuba crossed the large room until they stood directly in front of the two men. On closer inspection, Biff saw that the speaker who wore the rich clothing had coarse facial features. His big, broad nose seemed to have been ironed onto his face. The other man, though poorly dressed, had a fine, proud face. He held his head high. His eyes, dimmed by the years, were the eyes of a frightened man, but of a
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man who would face his fate without flinching.
"You are seeking the master of the House of Kwang, I am informed," the younger man said. As he spoke, two men appeared from behind the chairs. One of them had but one good eye. The lid of the other eye drooped until the eye was shut.
The Chinese of the Chicago plane!
The man turned on a triumphant smile toward Biff. "We meet again, Mr. Brewster," he said.
"Silence, Mao!" commanded the richly robed man. "You have, I am told, a ring with you, young man. A ring which indicates your great friendship for the House of Kwang." The smile left the speaker's face. He leaned slightly forward, and his next words were a stern, crisp order. "I'll take that ring. I am Ping Lu, master of the house."
Biff reached into his pocket. He detached the ring and held it out in his open palm. Just as the richly robed man reached for it, the older man arose, bent forward, and snatched it. As he did, Ping Lu, with a sweep of his heavy arm, knocked the old man back into his chair. He seized the old man's hand, and pried open his fist. He took the ring.
The old man spoke. He spoke in Chinese. Ping Lu laughed as the old man poured out a stream of words.
"You may interpret for your American friend, if you wish," Ping Lu said, addressing Chuba.
"The Old One is the real Master of the House of Kwang," Chuba translated. "He is called Tao Kwang,
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and is oldest of the remaining Kwang family. The ring is his. He is much angered that it is now in hands of richly dressed man."
Ping Lu cut in. "True, all true. Once this old fool was the master of this house. Oh yes, this was one of the many houses owned by him. But / am master of this house now. It is used by me and my government as a place where we entertain-" he chortled at the word "entertain"-"our more important guests. And Tao Kwang, though a doddering old fool now, once held sway over this territory, and still thinks he has much influence."
Tao Kwang spoke again. Again Chuba interpreted. "Ancient One say still many sons and nephews here. Say for us not to be afraid."
"Of course there is nothing to be afraid of," Ping Lu said. "I hope you will enjoy your stay with us."
"How long do you intend keeping us prisoners?" Biff asked.
"Prisoners? Let us say 'guests.' Of course, we will have to see that you are protected at all times. That is why it will be necessary to have you kept in a room guarded by two of my strongest soldiers. You ask how long will you be staying with us?"
Biff nodded his head.
"That, young man, depends on the cooperation 1 expect to get from you in a matter of great importance."
"What is it? "Biff asked.
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"You will hear, in due time. But first, a few days rest here with us should, I think, do much to show you the absolute necessity of your cooperating."
Biff didn't want to think of what the "few days rest" might mean.
"Tell me this," Ping continued. "Your paying us this visit surely wasn't only because of your friendship with the House of Kwang. I seem to remember being told of other inquiries your clever young friend made on your behalf." He motioned toward Chuba as he spoke.
Biff decided on a show of boldness. There was nothing to be gained by cowering before this self-important official.
"You're right. I have come here in search of my uncle. His name is Charles Keene."
"So. Well, perhaps I can be of assistance to you. Perhaps the ring you brought with you from so many thousands of miles away will bring you good fortune."
Biff felt like the mouse the cat was playing with.
"Is he here?" Biff demanded.
Ping Lu clapped his hands. The Chinese with the bad eye, whom he had called Mao, came to him. Ping Lu leaned over and spoke softly into Mao's ear. Neither Biff nor Chuba could hear what was said. Mao left the room.
Ping Lu turned to Chan Li. He had been standing just behind the boys during the conversation.
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"You may go now, Chan Li. And your reward will ,be given you as you leave."
Chan bowed, and turned toward the door.
Tao Kwang, the Ancient One, spat out a single word as Chan left.
Biff looked at Chuba. "He call him traitor," Chuba said.
Ping Lu leaned back in his chair. He clasped his fat hands over his bulging belly. A smirk of satisfaction was stamped on his face.
The rasp of a door opening on the right side of the huge room caused Biff to turn his head sharply. Through the door, prodded from behind by the gun barrels of two soldiers, walked Uncle Charlie.
CHAPTER XIX
Uncle Charlie's Story
"BIFF!" Charles Keene shouted his nephew's name hoarsely. He crossed the room and placed his hands on Biff's shoulders. Strangely, the guards made no move to stop him.
"Gee, Uncle Charlie-" Biff broke off. He felt his voice choke up and knew he wasn't far from tears. This, he told himself, would never do. Not in front of the leering Ping Lu.
"I'm sure glad we found you, sir. Chuba came with me."
Chuba was grinning at Uncle Charlie. "We find you okay, Sahib Charlie. You in good shapes?"
"I've been very well cared for," Uncle Charlie replied, stressing the word "very." "Ping Lu has seen to that."
Uncle Charlie glanced at Ping Lu, then deliberately turned from him and bowed low to Tao Kwang. A fleeting smile crossed the Ancient One's face.
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"Quite a reunion," Ping Lu said. "And surely a most happy one."
"It would be, under different circumstances," Charles Keene said.
"Those circumstances can be altered to suit you and your nephew, Keene," Ping Lu said. He added, "It is but a slight thing I ask you to do."
Charles Keene shrugged his shoulders.
"Perhaps you would like to discuss it with your nephew. And I'm sure the Ancient One could advise you well." Ping Lu clapped his hands. The door through which Charles Keene had entered opened again. Across the room came a tall, white-robed man. Biff glanced at the man, then stared hard at him. It was Palung, the Chinese who had attempted to kidnap him at the Rangoon airport.
Palung didn't even look at Biff. Biff's escape from him and his two knife-wielding thugs, had undoubtedly caused Palung to lose face. Certainly Palung must have been disgraced in the eyes of his superior, Ping Lu.
"Show our guests to the large court. They have much to talk about. And be sure this time the young one doesn't get away." The expression on Ping Lu's face, the bark in his voice plainly said, "That's an order."
The two guards who had escorted Charles Keene into the room took their positions behind the three. A short, crisp sentence came from Ping Lu's lips. The
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Ancient One arose from his chair and joined them. Palung led them from the room. The guards stayed close behind.
The room they were taken to was large, but sparsely furnished. There were two wooden chairs, plain but sturdy. Low benches, used for sleeping, lined the walls.
The door closed behind the four, and they could hear a key turning in the door's lock. No one spoke for several moments. Then Biff went to the door to peer through its barred window. His stare was returned by a guard's expressionless face.
Biff turned back to rejoin the group.
"All right, young man," Charles Keene said. "Now suppose you just tell me how you happen to be here."
"I will, Uncle Charlie. But first, don't you think we'd better check to see if this room is bugged?"
"You're right, Biff. Should have thought of that myself. There could very well be a microphone hidden in this room. I imagine Ping Lu would be most interested in what we'll be talking about."
The inspection of the room took only a few minutes. The walls were bare. There were no light fixtures, no wiring. There was no place where a microphone could have been concealed.
"Guess we're safe from their ears," Uncle Charlie said. "But why did they put us together? They've got some reason, I know."
Biff nodded his head. He picked up one of the chairs and placed it near the bench directly opposite
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the barred door. Chuba brought over the other one. -Biff wanted to be as far away from the guard as possible. Plans had to be made. Biff didn't want them upset by any eavesdropper.
The two Americans and the two Chinese huddled by the Wall. They spoke in low tones. Biff quickly sketched in his experiences since leaving Indianapolis. Then he plied his uncle with questions.
"But what I don't understand, Uncle Charlie, is why they would want to capture me? I'm sure that blinky-eyed Chinese was spying on me from the moment I left Indianapolis. Even before, according to your friend Ling Tang."
"You're right, Biff."
"And then I've told you how they tried to put the snatch on me at the airport. But why?"
"I can't give you all the answers, Biff. I'm not sure of them myself. But I have a pretty good idea." Charles Keene paused to light a cigarette.
"I've been held here almost a month, now. Sort of lost track of the actual number of days. At first I thought they'd ship me off to Peking, the capital. But if I should agree to what Ping Lu wants me to, it would be a large feather in his cap. He'd become a big shot in the eyes of the big bosses in Peking."
"What does he want you to do?" Biff asked.
"Just sign a paper."
"Sign a paper? Is that all?" Biff asked, disbelief in his voice.
Charlie Keene nodded his head. "It would be quite
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a document, Biff. He hasn't let me read it, but from what he has said, I get the message."
"But why the paper, Uncle Charlie?"
"That's what I'm not altogether sure of. I think Ping Lu believes-in fact, I know he does-he's convinced that I came into China for a reason quite different from the real one. He believes the reason I gave him for daring to enter this forbidden country is merely a cover-up story for my real mission."
"What does he think you're doing here?" Biff insisted.
Charles Keene grinned. "He has me marked as a big fat spy."
An idea was buzzing around Biff's mind. He thought he might have stumbled on why Ping Lu was spy-minded. But he'd tell Uncle Charlie about that later. He wanted to know some other things first.
"But how does this all connect up with me?" Biff asked.
"I figure it this way, Biff. I'm sure if Palung had been able to kidnap you, they'd have started putting the pressure on me much sooner. When you escaped, it upset their plans and their timetable. They had to have you to force my hand."
"To sign the paper, you mean?"
"That's right. They would have held you hostage. They would have promised to release you, unharmed, if I would agree to their demands."
"You wouldn't trust them to live up to their promise?"
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"No. But more than that. I didn't think they had you. Certain questions I asked led me to believe you were safe in Unhao."
"And now I turn up right in their own backyard."
"That's about it. I expect now they'll start turning up the heat."
"What do you figure is in this paper they want you to sign?"
"I think, Biff, they want me to sign an official paper, stating that I came here under the orders of the United States Government to spy on the Chinese. Just what they think I was looking for, I don't know."
"Would such a document be so damaging?"
"Very. It would embarrass our government and put an additional strain on relations that are strained enough already. In the eyes of the world, the Chinese could use such a paper to further discredit our country. They would aim the propaganda at those countries that are wavering in their opinion of the U.S."
"Just why did you come into China? I think I know, but I'd like to be sure," Biff said.
"It goes back to Indianapolis and to my friendship with Ling Tang."
"I thought so."
"Ling Tang is a grandson of the Ancient One here. Before I left to come out to Burma, Ling Tang asked me if I would help him and members of the House of Kwang if the occasion should arise. Naturally, I told my old friend that I would. Didn't know then, though, how much I was letting myself in for."
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The Ancient One, although unable to understand English, pricked up his ears at mention of Ling Tang and the House of Kwang.
"I'd been out here about three months when I got a letter from Tang telling me one of his brothers was going to try to escape from China. He was going to try to cross into Burma. He would seek me out, identifying himself with the ring which bears the seal of the House of Kwang."
"Like the ring that came through my window?"
"That's right, Biff. Tang's brother did get out. He gave me the ring. I, in turn, sent it on to Tang in the States. Whenever another escape was about to take place, the ring was to be sent me to alert me of the fact. A lot safer than putting such information in writing."
"Then it was Ling Tang himself who got the ring to me so mysteriously!" Biff said.
"Yes. You were to bring that ring to me, and then I would know that another Kwang was on the way out."
"But why didn't you wait?" Biff asked. "Wait until I got here with the ring?"
"I couldn't. There's an underground network that passes information along. From it, I learned that the Ancient One had finally been persuaded to seek haven and peace in the outside world. I also learned that he was in grave danger of being made a prisoner. If this happened, then all members of the House of Kwang would have to obey the orders of the Chinese Red
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government. The government believes that the House of Kwang has hidden valuables worth millions of dollars. If they took the Ancient One prisoner, the family would be forced to tell where these valuables are or never see the head of their family again. And you know how the Chinese worship and revere the head of the house."
Chuba sat silent, wide-eyed, as Charles Keene told his story.
"It was foolish of me, I guess. But when I heard they were about to move in on the Ancient One, I decided on a gamble. I sent word back that I was flying in. They were to have the Ancient One ready. I'd pick him up and come out. I had the whole thing figured out. Wouldn't take more than five hours in and out. I also figured on the element of surprise. No one would be expecting such a bold move."
"And what happened?"
"Everything got fouled up. My starboard motor conked out. Carburetor iced up in the rarefied atmosphere. Couldn't maintain flying speed and had to make a forced landing. Banged the plane up so I couldn't take off again. And then, just as I was making a signal to Unhao, they grabbed me."
"That was you then. Your signal came the first morning I was in Unhao."
"So part of it did get through! I hoped it had." Charlie continued his story. "I was brought here, and the next day, they brought in the Ancient One."
The conversation was cut short by the sound of the
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key turning in the door. It swung open, and a Chinese entered bringing food. Biff hadn't realized how much time had passed. But now he realized he was ravenously hungry. As the servant placed the food on one of the benches, the guard stood just inside the door, his gun covering the prisoners.
Nothing was said as they ate. All were famished. Biff raised his plate to scrape up the last few grains of rice. As he did so, his eye was caught by a small, square piece of thin paper stuck on the bottom of the plate.
He removed the paper, and once more, saw the symbol "K," the seal of the House of Kwang.
Without a word, Biff handed it to the Ancient One. The old man looked at it. Now it was his time to talk as the Americans and Chuba listened.
CHAPTER XX
Muscles "Muscles" In
MUSCLES checked his watch for the tenth time in the past five minutes. He was growing more and more impatient. The minute hand showed it to be ten minutes past four o'clock. Twenty minutes remained before Biff's four-hour deadline would run out.
The powerful mechanic had returned to the spring. He kept his eyes turned in the direction of the path taken by Chan Li, Biff, and Chuba. He kept them turned that way except for the rimes he glared at the crystal of his watch.
There Was no sign of anyone. He could see the path at several spots. He had watched closely as long as he could when the party of three had left. Since their departure, he had seen no one.
"They could be back by now," he said to himself. "Plenty of time to get there and back." Impatiently, he strode up and down. Deep within him, Muscles
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knew that he really wasn't expecting them to return. His doubts, his fears had grown as the minutes became hours. He pounded his fist into the palm of his other hand. He wanted action. He was a man of action. This waiting, he told himself, was strictly for the birds.
At 4:25, Muscles could stand it no longer. He started for the path. If Biff, Chuba, Charlie Keene, and their guide were returning, he'd meet them on the way.
Muscles went along the path at a dog trot. Without realizing, he broke into a run. He checked himself when he came to the path's sharp left turn and the steep rise to the crumbling stone wall.
Now he was certain that Chan Li had led his friends into a trap. It was nearly 5:30-an hour over the deadline. The path by the wall, Muscles noticed, ran each way. Which way to turn, left or right? His decision was made for him by a sound. Muscles crouched low, just off the path, out of sight. He could plainly hear someone coming toward him.
He stared through a small opening in the thick bush he was using as cover. His muscles tensed, he was ready to spring like a tiger.
A figure suddenly came into view. It was Chan Li. With a snarl, Muscles sprang. He jumped on the back of the Chinese. His weight hurled the slighter man to the ground. Like a cat, Muscles leaped up. He snatched Chan's right arm, twisted it, until Chan was face down on the ground. Muscles, keeping pressure on the arm,
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plunked himself down on Chan's back. Increasing pressure on the arm until Chan gasped in pain, Muscles rasped out, "Okay, let's have it, and fast. Where are the boys?"
Chan didn't answer.
"You're going to be a one-armed Chinese if you don't talk." Muscles cupped his free hand on the back of Chan's head. He ground the man's face in the dirt.
"Talk!"
The pain was bad enough, but the humiliation of having his face ground into the dirt, of losing face literally, was more than Chan could stand.
"I talk," he said.
Muscles released the pressure. He stood up. "Now get up, you dog. Get up and tell me what happened."
"I had to do it. I had to lead boys to Ping Lu. If I don't, he do great harm to my family."
"Ping Lu? Who's he? Member of the Kwang tribe?"
"No, he big boss in this territory."
"So, you turned traitor to your own. Where are the boys?"
"In big house, not far from here."
"Let's get going then. Show me the way."
Chan Li seemed to shrink in size at Muscles' words. "Oh, no! No! Never. They kill me. They kill you if we go back. Many guards. All armed."
Muscles thought fast. "Charles Keene is there, too?"
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Chan nodded his head.
"Now listen, you double-crosser. I don't trust you, but I've got to. Do you know any members of the Kwang family who are opposed to this Ping Lu you mentioned?"
"Oh, yes. Are many around here."
"All right. Now get this, and get it straight. You're going to take me to one of them. And if you try to cross me, you'll die along with me. I can knock you off with one blow." Muscles held a clenched fist to Chan's face. He twisted it on the Chinese's nose. "I'll be this close to you all the time. And believe me, I'll get you before anyone gets me. Understand?"
"I understand. Chan Li won't try double cross."
"Okay. Let's get going then. And on the double."
* * *
The Ancient One took the slip of paper from Biff. He looked at it carefully, then nodded his head. He turned to Chuba and spoke softly, swiftly. After a few moments, he stopped and indicated with a nod toward Biff and Charles Keene that Chuba was to interpret.
"The Ancient One says there is great hope for escape. This piece of paper comes from one of his grandsons. He works in the kitchen. It is not known by the officials here that this cook is member of the House of Kwang. He was placed here to spy on Ping Lu. To try to find out plans. To warn when danger threatens Kwang House people."
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"He says that paper with 'K' on it is signal. Either tonight, when clock makes twelve strikes, or tomorrow night at same time, attempt will be made to rescue him and us."
"How, Chuba? Ask him how?" Biff said.
As Chuba spoke, the Ancient One shook his head.
"Does not know exact plans. His grandson will try to be servant who comes for tray. He will tell us plan."
Biff looked at his uncle. "Guess there's nothing we can do but wait."
Uncle Charlie agreed. "But things look good. When members of the House of Kwang act, they're usually successful."
"Then how in the world did they ever let the Ancient One get captured in the first place?" Biff asked.
"I think the Ancient One himself had something to do with that. He doesn't really want to leave his homeland. He is old, and like all Chinese, he wants his final resting place to be in the earth of his native land."
"I've heard that was true- Look, Uncle Charlie, I think I may have an idea as to why Ping Lu is so desperate for you to sign that paper."
"Give out, Biff. Give out."
"Well, I'm not sure, of course, but on our way to Jaraminka, we ran into something very strange."
"Was much big workings," Chuba cut in. "Many, many more big machines than when camp was cleared it Unhao."
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"Tell me more, Biff."
• Biff described the activity they had discovered behind the wire fence. He told his uncle of the immensity of the project, of the furious pace at which the men worked, of the bulldozers, the cranes, the steam shovels.
"And there's an air strip already completed. It was loaded with planes. You have an idea what it might be?"
Charles Keene thought a few moments before replying. "Only a slight idea from what you've told me, Biff. I'd have to see the place."
"Maybe you can take a look on our way back."
"If we ever get out of here," his uncle said soberly.
"We'll get out," Biff said spiritedly.
"Hope you're right, Biff. You know, putting two and two together, the build-up of the Army in this area, and what you've described, it could be that Ping Lu thinks my real reason for coming in was to get information on the huge construction job."
"That's what I thought, Uncle Charlie."
There was a noise at the door. All four raised expectant, hopeful eyes. Their expression of hope changed to one of despair.
The same servant who had brought the meal came into the room to remove the tray piled with dishes.
What had happened to the Ancient One's grandson?
CHAPTER XXI
Oufr of the Frying Pan
THE clank of a heavy key in the lock of the door woke Biff the next day. He started to yawn, and stretched the kinks from his shoulders and legs. Abruptly he sat up. It could be the "cook!" Biff's hopes dimmed when the man entered. Again it Was the same old servant, well protected by an armed guard.
Biff looked at the Ancient One. His face was expressionless. Uncle Charlie shrugged his shoulders at Biff's questioning look.
"Don't let it get you down, Biff. We haven't lost yet. Maybe at the noon meal, perhaps we'll get some word then."
"Wish Muscles were here. If he were we could overpower the guard and make a break for it."
"Muscles-what made you think of Muscles all of a sudden?"
Biff clamped his open hand on his head, his jaw dropped as a thought struck him.
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"I com-plete-ly forgot to tell you. Muscles is here, , in China, in Jaraminka!"
"Where'd you leave him?" Uncle Charlie decided details could be explained later.
"Back at a spring, just west of the city. I hope he got my message. I tried to tell him-he was hiding, but I'm sure he could hear us-that if we weren't back in four hours then we'd been led into a trap." Biff's words rushed out in one jumbled sentence.
"That's the best news I've heard yet, Biff. Muscles is a good operator."
"But what could he do? He'd be spotted in a minute," Biff said.
"Haven't got the answer to that one," Uncle Charlie replied. "But I'd bet on Muscles in any situation. He bulldogs in where angels fear to tread."
The morning hours dragged. As noon approached, Biff became more and more restless.
"Wish something would happen-anything! I wonder why Ping Lu hasn't sent for us?"
"Playing a waiting game, Biff," his uncle replied. "The longer he keeps us here with no word, the more tense and nervous we'll get. He knows that. Uncertainty, waiting, not knowing what move the enemy will make next is one of the surest ways of making a man reach his breaking point. And your being here, he reasons, will make me twice as jittery."
The hour of noon came and passed. No one came to the prison room. Biff was wondering how near his
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breaking point was when, shortly after one o'clock, the now familiar rasp of a key in the door was heard.
"Make it be the Ancient One's grandson," Biff said half aloud. The others were praying for the same thing.
The door swung inward. Whether the new servant was the grandson, Biff didn't know. But it was a different man. He brought a tray of food over and placed it beside Tao Kwang. Biff thought he saw the man's lips move, but he couldn't be sure. The servant left. The door was locked behind him. Biff looked at Chuba. "Did he say anything? Ask the Ancient One."
Chuba spoke softly, rapidly to the old man. The old one's reply was a single sentence. Chuba translated:
"Tonight when the clock makes the twelve strikes."
"That's all? Didn't give you any details?"
"That's all Ancient One tell Chuba. I think that all grandson tell the Ancient One."
Never had Biff known a day to pass so slowly. The suspense became unbearable. Charlie Keene tried to calm Biff down.
"I think you'd be better off if you'd try to rest. Pacing back and forth isn't going to make the time go by any quicker. Get Chuba to teach you the Oriental art of patience."
"Rest? Who can rest at a time like this?" Biff replied. Then he was ashamed at the angry tone in his voice. "I'm sorry, Uncle Charlie. I didn't mean to-"
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"I understand, Biff. But you may need all your strength when midnight comes. Try stretching out for a little while."
Biff took his uncle's advice. His mind was in a turmoil as he lay on the hard wooden bench, his cupped hands beneath his head serving for a pillow. Sleep would never come, he told himself. The next thing he knew, he was being gently shaken. Uncle Charlie was bending over him, grinning.
"Almost midnight, Biff. Better come alive."
"Midnight!" Biff sat up in astonishment. He couldn't believe it. "But what about supper? Did I sleep right through it?"
"No one brought anything tonight. Don't know why." Charles Keene picked up the kerosene lamp which gave the room its only light, and blew it out. "If anything is going to happen, it would be better if the guards thought we were asleep."
They waited in the darkness. There was no conversation. But the tension in the room was so strong, it seemed as though you could touch it like a physical thing. Biff knew he could feel it.
Biff's hopes went high and low like a playground swing. Suddenly his ears caught a strange noise. It came from the far end of the corridor through which Biff and Chuba had been led to Ping Lu.
The noise grew louder. Shouts were heard. Running feet could be heard in the corridor. Biff sprang to the barred window of the door. He peered into the
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dimly lighted hall. The guard was gone. Now the cries became louder.
"Chuba! Can you make out what's being said?"
Chuba came to the door. He put his head close to the bars.
"Fire! Much shoutings of fire. Fire in kitchen!"
In the kitchen. Where the grandson served as a cook. This must be it!
Moments passed. Heavy footsteps were heard in the hall. Biff, his uncle, and Chuba crowded toward the door. Only the Ancient One remained where he was, seated on the far wall bench. He sat quietly, waiting.
The sound of running feet came nearer. A figure skidded to a stop by their door. Behind this figure stood what was certainly the biggest Chinese in all the Orient.
The key turned. The grandson came in. Behind him came the giant. Under an almost concealing broad-brimmed hat, the "Oriental" was grinning widely.
"Muscles! How did you get here?" Biff and Charlie shot the question at their friend in the same breath.
"No time for an answer now. We got to make with the feet. There's enough excitement in the kitchen now to cover our escape."
The grandson was at the side of the Ancient One. He helped him to his feet.
"Hold it," Muscles called out. "Let me see if the coast is clear." He leaned out the door. "Looks okay -oh-oh-hold it. A guard's coming along. I'll take him."
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And he did. As the guard reached the door, Muscle's huge arm snaked out. He grabbed the guard by the collar and lifted him by one hand into the room. With his other hand, he struck the guard a chopping blow, and the guard went limp without uttering a sound. Charlie Keene caught him as he slumped over.
"Stack him in the corner, Charlie. Might be another one coming along."
Muscles was right. Another guard came trotting down the hall and received the same treatment.
"Two down-how many to go?" Muscles was enjoying himself.
"More guards coming," Chuba whispered excitedly.
"Two of them this time," Muscles said. "Makes a more even match."
The giant mechanic waited until the two were in the corridor a pace beyond the door. He jerked the door open, pounced on the two guards, and in a swooping motion, cracked their heads together. He dragged them into the room.
"Muscles, look, let's put these four on the benches. Anybody looking in will think it's us sleeping," Biff suggested in a whisper.
"Smart," Uncle Charlie agreed, nodding. The unconscious guards were carefully posed as drowsy prisoners. Chuba had taken a position just outside the door as this was being done.
"Np more guards coming," he called softly.
The four prisoners left their cell. Muscles motioned to the grandson for the keys. He turned the lock.
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"Don't know whether you'd call that a fair exchange," he said, "but it's an even one."
"Come. We must lose no more time." The grandson took the lead. The others followed. They passed through the room where Ping Lu had held court. A door on the other side of the room led to another corridor, this one narrower and shorter.
"Hope he knows where he's going," Biff said.
"He ought to. This used to be his home. He grew up here," Muscles replied.
At the end of the corridor, their path was blocked by another door. The grandson tried it. It wouldn't yield.
"No keys," he said.
"Okay then, stand back." Muscles took six steps away from the door. Then, with a bull-like charge, he hurtled his powerful body against it. The door sprang from its hinges, fell flat on the ground outside, with Muscles sprawling on top of it.
It took only seconds to reach the stone wall. The Ancient One was helped over. Biff turned as he crossed the wall. One end of the house was ablaze. Figures could be seen running frantically around, casting weird, dancing shadows.
As Biff watched, he saw four men leave the light of the blaze and come on a run to the place in the wall they had just crossed.
"Hurry," Biff shouted. "They're after us."
CHAPTER XXII
Hong Kong and Points East
THE party moved swiftly through the night. The grandson never hesitated. He knew every bend and turn in the path. Suddenly he stopped.
"We must rest a few minutes," he said. "Honorable grandfather is old. He cannot stand this pace."
"But we've got to keep going," Biff insisted. "I saw four men leave the fire and come after us."
"Fear not, my friend. I think I know who they are. But stay here, I'll go back down the path and make certain," the "cook" said.
The grandson vanished in the night. Biff felt sure that any moment the party would be jumped by pursuing guards. Then he heard voices. The grandson came back, followed by four men.
"My brothers and cousins," the grandson said. "They are more grandsons of the Old Lord. One of them is brother to your friend Ling Tang."
Muscles stepped into the group. "Sure, I know1 these
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guys. They're okay. These are real members of the House of Kwang. I made that double-crosser Chan Li take me to them. We worked out the whole escape. This fellow," Muscles pointed to the grandson-servant, "he started the whole thing. Set the kitchen on fire. Then he grabbed the keys, and led me to your room. The others stayed back to watch the guards. Held some of them back all right. Must have been more than twenty on duty."
"We can go on now," the grandson said quietly. "The Ancient One has rested."
Two grandsons came to the side of the old man. Each placed a supporting arm around his waist. The party continued on its way.
Except for short, regular rest periods, they kept going all night. As dawn broke, the party stopped for a lengthier rest. All were near exhaustion from the excitement and the steady pace they had kept up. The Old One slept like a baby, held in the arms of one of his grandsons.
They rested most of the morning. It was far safer to travel at night. On the second day, as they reached a safer distance from Jaraminka, they continued toward the plateau where Jack Hudson was to pick them up. In turn, the grandsons went ahead to make certain no one was lying in wait for them.
"Biff, are we anywhere near the spot where you saw all that construction?" Uncle Charlie asked.
"We should be," Biff replied. "We should be near-
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ing the valley soon. What do you think, Chuba? And you, Muscles?"
"Chuba think we reach it right over next hill."
"I'll trust Chuba's judgment," Muscles chimed in.
Chuba was right. The valley was over the next hill. They had reached it at a point below where it rose steeply to the metal fence.
"The rest of you wait here," Charles Keene ordered. I'll make a quick trip for a fast look-see."
"And I'm with you," Biff said quickly. His uncle gave him a look, hesitated for a moment, but apparently decided not to protest.
"But Charlie-" Muscles started to say.
"No buts about it. Come on, Biff."
Uncle and nephew climbed the slope. Biff found the opening in the fence. They crawled underneath and reached the rim of the huge amphitheater. Uncle Charlie stared down at the activity for minutes. He took in every detail, storing the information in his mind. A nodded signal told Biff they were going back.
Once down on the floor of the valley, Biff asked his uncle what he thought the construction was.
"I'm almost certain, Biff, that they're building a rocket launching site."
"Like Cape Canaveral?"
His uncle nodded his head. "I was at Canaveral at its beginning. Saw the place grow. That work back up there is much the same type of construction. Still in its earliest stages, somewhat crude. Be a long time
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before they can try a moon shot, or any other kind."
"Is knowing about this important?"
"Important. You just bet it is. News of this development is vital. It's the biggest, most important information Uncle Sam has had out of China in years. You really found something, Biff."
Shortly after noon of the second day since their escape, the party reached the plateau where Muscles had been landed by Jack Hudson.
"This is it," Muscles said. "If Jack gets my signal, we'll be away and winging by dark. Here, Chuba, take the end of this wire and scamper up that tree. Attach it to the highest limb you can reach."
The antenna was connected to the portable transmitter. The tree's height increased the distance of transmission possible. Ground transmission would have limited the signal.
"All is okay, Muscles," Chuba called down. Muscles picked up the hand mike. He snapped on a button. A slight hum could be heard.
Muscles turned to the anxiously waiting group. "Let's hope I get through. I can't repeat my signal more than once. It may be picked up by the enemy."
He grinned at them. "Well, here goes." Muscles held the mike close to his mouth. "There's gold in these hyar hills . . ." He waited ten seconds. "Repeating . . . There's gold in these hyar hills."
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you and that we're all set to come out. If he got my signal, he's on his way to the plane right now, I hope, I hope, I hope. It's been on the runway, warmed up around the clock, ever since he got back."
"Well, we'll know in about two hours," Uncle Charlie said.
Jack did get the signal. Almost exactly two hours after Muscles' signal, the faint hum of a plane was heard. It grew louder, and then came into sight. It winged in on the prayers of the whole group, the most welcome sight Biff had ever seen.
Farewells were short. The moment the plane touched down, the Ancient One was put aboard. The others followed fast.
The last Biff saw of the Ancient One's grandsons was a picture he would keep in his heart and mind forever. The five grandsons stood in a line, facing in the direction of the departing plane. All were bowing deeply to show their gratitude.
No one really relaxed until the plane crossed the border, but they reached Unhao with no trouble. Jack Hudson taxied the plane to a neat stop and whistled in relief, "Whew-uw!" Then briskly he turned to the group. "We're going to refuel and take right off again," he announced.
"What's the hurry, Jack?" Charlie asked. "How's about letting me have a bath?"
"Man, do you know how hot you and Biff have
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become since you went inside? There have been spies all over the camp. You and Biff aren't even to get out of this plane. Biff's things and yours are all packed. I've got 'em in the luggage compartment. Soon as this crate is refueled, it's off for Hong Kong. You can dunk the body there."
"But what about you, Jack?"
"Oh, they don't want me. It's you two got the information they want to keep from getting out. I don't know what you know, and I don't want to. They don't know I've crossed into the big 'C.' "
Biff looked at Chuba. Unashamed tears filled the native boy's eyes. Biff choked up. "Don't worry, Chuba, we'll meet again," he said, and meant it.
Muscles ruffled Chuba's dark hair and said, "Chum, next year you and I go Stateside, and we'll visit this character." Muscles gave Biff an affectionate punch on the chin. "See you soon," he said, as he and Chuba left the plane.
They made Hong Kong safely. Biff and his uncle found a U.S. military policeman, who took them to the consulate. There they reported their discovery to an amazed official.
"You have performed a great service for your country," the embassy official said solemnly, and added with a faint smile, "although you should have your passports taken away for such a foolhardy venture."
"I know you're right, sir," Charles Keene said, "but I would like to ask a favor of you. Can you get us out of Hong Kong?"
"So fast it will make your head swim. Diplomatically speaking, we don't want you around here. There's a jet bomber taking off for Honolulu in an hour. You'll be on it. From there, you're on your own."
Two hours later, Biff and his uncle were winging over the blue Pacific, homeward bound-and sound asleep.

THE END
MYSTERY OF THE CHINESE RING
By ANDY ADAMS
No. 2 in the Biff Brewster Mystery Adventure series