Errington, sitting on a small stool, looking disconsolately out through a barred window upon the pleasant garden, was suddenly startled from a reverie by the sound of a voice which, muffled as it came through the door, seemed to him to be that of the Mole. He turned about eagerly, then felt a keen pang of disappointment when he saw enter the tall straight figure of a moustachioed German. But the German was smiling at him; and puzzled as he was at the fiercely aggressive moustache, he could not mistake the steady honest eyes of his old chum. He sprang up, and rushed forward with outstretched hand--then drew back suddenly, muttering with a cloudy face--- "I was forgetting." "It’s the apology, is it?" cried Burroughs. "Well then, I apologize--you old fathead!" They shook hands--and when English boys shake hands the action has a meaning beyond the conventional. The past was buried: they were chums again. "You’ve come to get me out; it’s jolly good of you," said Errington. "But why are you got up like this? Where did you get your moustache? You look a regular German." "Like Reinhardt, eh?" "Don’t mention the fellow. What a fool I’ve been! But I mustn’t say anything against him: I owe him five hundred dollars; and to tell you the truth, I was in so much of a funk that I was actually glad the brigands collared me: it staved off the evil day." "We’ll settle with Reinhardt by and by. This moustache is his: it cost me a hundred dollars--cheap at the price." He told the story of his comprador’s enterprise, and Errington was much tickled at the opium-house keeper’s having to disgorge as a fine the sum he had received for shaving off the moustache. Burroughs checked his laughter; the guards at the door must not suspect that the Englishman and the supposed German were fraternizing. He then related how Lo San had trudged the weary miles to find his master, and explained why he had come disguised as a German, and the means by which he had gained admittance to Errington’s room. Errington was troubled. "I didn’t suspect that," he said. "You’re running a fearful risk. If that fellow Su Fing catches you here, we shall both be in the same cart: he owes you the same grudge as me." "Let’s hope he won’t come back in a hurry. He sent for more of his ruffians, which looks as if he’s got his hands full. We’ll get away together, old man. Chung Pi is such a genial ass that we shall be able to get over him. You haven’t tried to bolt?" "No. Not much chance with the window barred and four blackguards at the door--not to speak of a ten-foot wall, and absolute ignorance of the lie of the land. You had better leave it to the consul, hadn’t you?" "Not I. Everything has worked out well so far, and with a little luck we’ll dish Su Fing." "Look here, old Mole, there’s a thing I must say. Since I’ve been here I’ve had plenty of time to think things over, and I see now what a thundering ass and ungrateful beast I’ve----" "Shut up!"