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in slits.

      "There's nothing to be afraid of," said Glen. "If he is a nasty-looking beggar I daresay he's harmless."

      Jim and Bill noticed her agitation and scowled at the Chinaman, who returned the challenge with a broad grin, showing his yellow teeth.

      She trembled violently. Her hand shook as it clasped Glen's arm with a tight squeeze. He hurried her on; she was quite willing. It was not until they were inside the coffee house that she recovered.

      "You don't like the Chinamen?" asked Glen.

      "I hate them. They frighten me," she said.

      I wonder why? thought Glen, as a maid came to show her her room.

      She looked back and asked, "Where is your room?"

      "I don't know yet," returned Glen.

      "Please don't go far away from me. Please don't."

      "All right," replied Glen. "I'll see to that."

      The maid smiled, but Glen's scowl quickly frightened it away.

      "We'll have to fix something up," he said. "She'd better be somebody's sister. I'm too old; you take it on, Jim."

      "Yes, Jim's most suitable. He's not much older – a matter of three or four years," agreed Bill.