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  • ISBN13:9781153592970
  • ISBN10:1153592975
  • Language:English
  • Author:G Harvey Ralphson
  • Binding:Paperback
  • Sub Genre:Action & Adventure
  • SUPC: SDL775197713

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Excerpt: ...temple may not be far away. If we have time we may witness some of their foolish ceremonies." Ned's face looked thoughtful for a moment, then cleared. There was a smile on his face as he asked: "Do Taoist priests accost strangers on the highway?" "Yes; when there is a show of getting money. They are a rank lot, as you will soon see." "These may not be so rank," Ned replied, meaningfully. "'Why," began Captain Martin, "you don't suppose-" "It seems odd that Taoist priests should arrive here just at this time." "If these chaps really I are spies-the spies we have been warned against-the fellows we were sent forth to meet, why, there may be a bit of action here." "Well," Ned went on, "let them take the initiative. We shall soon be able to give a good guess as to what this visit means." As the four strangely clad figures moved across the little patch of field which separated the highway from the grove, Jimmie came running over to where the two were sitting, an egg sandwich in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. As he ran the hot liquid jolted out of the cup and came in contact with his hand. "Gee!" he shouted. "Just look what's comin'." Then he dropped the hot cup on the ground and began to dance up and down, shaking his blistered hand as he did so. "I got it!" he said. "There was only one hot cup in the lot, an' I got it! Say, Ned, what do you know about them callers you're goin' to have? Look like busted washee-washee geeks from Pell street. Look at 'em!" By this time the marines were watching the advancing priests with curious eyes. Breakfast was nearly over, and some of the men were preparing for a brief rest in the shady spot they had found. The priests, if such they were, entered the grove, passed through the group of men without a glance to the right or left, and approached the spot where Ned and the Captain sat. Here they drew up in a line, much as the fakirs of the East Indies perform, with their crude drams, gongs and fifes in full...

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