“Well, I’m going to keep it,” said Frank, as he dropped it into his pocket. “It is a curiosity, at least.” They walked eastward to Broadway, neither of them having much to say. Near the Fifth Avenue Hotel they paused at a lighted window, and Frank took the stick from his pocket to examine it again. Standing there, he turned it over and over, feeling a strange sensation of mystery settling upon him. “Starbright,” he said, “I’d give something to know just what sort of a find I’ve made.” “I don’t think it will ever prove very profitable,” said Dick. Two men were passing at that moment. They were dressed in ordinary clothes, but beneath their hats were coiled queues, for they were Chinamen. One of them espied the stick in Frank’s hand. He seized the other, held him fast, and pointed. Both stared in great excitement. Then they darted forward with catlike footsteps. It happened that Starbright saw them in time, and he knocked aside the yellow hand that was outstretched to grasp the mysterious stick. “Look out, Frank!” The other fellow tried to snatch the stick, but Dick’s warning cry had put Merry on his guard. “No, you don’t!” said Frank, springing back. “Glivee tlo me!” chattered the Celestial, his face betraying the greatest excitement and eagerness. “Get out!” returned Merry. “Why should I give it to you?” “I wantee it! I wantee it! Give tlo me!” “Yah, yah!” chattered the other. “Yah, yah!” He danced in great excitement. “I don’t understand that kind of talk,” Merry confessed. “Chinese is not one of my accomplishments.” “Glivee tlo me!” commanded the other, his hand still outstretched. “Is it yours?” asked Merry. The Chinaman nodded madly. “It b’longee tlo me,” he asserted. “Where did you lose it?” “Yah, yah!” chattered the other again. “Where did you lose it?” persisted Merry. “Me no lemembal,” said the one who spoke pidgin-English. “Me lostee it. Glivee tlo me!” “Not unless you can satisfy me that it belongs to you,” asserted Frank obstinately, for he had conceived a desire to retain possession of that curious stick. “If I knew it belonged to you, I’d give it up in a minute.” Again the Chinaman nodded as if his neck worked on hinges. “B’longee tlo me,” he asserted. “Glivee klick! Melican mlan gitee into double if no glivee klick.” “Yah, yah, yah!” parroted the other, still dancing. Frank put the stick into his pocket. “I think I’ll keep it a while longer,” he said. “I am stopping here at this hotel. If you wish to find me to-morrow, come round early and show this card.” He offered his card to the one who could talk some English. The other gave a howl and chattered something that sounded like a command. A moment later both Chinamen made movements as if to draw weapons from beneath their coats. “Look out for them, Merry!” burst from the freshman. “They cut sometimes!” He sprang upon one of the Celestials, and Frank grasped the other. “Bounce them!” shouted Dick.