And the girl, with a horrified gasp, exclaimed: "Maku!" Yes, it was the Japanese. Calmly he put on the brakes and brought the car to a standstill by the roadside; then, removing his goggles, turned to Orme and the girl and smiled an unscrutable smile. There was an ugly bruise on his forehead, where Orme had struck him with the wrench. But quick though Maku was, he was not quick enough to see a motion which Orme had made immediately after the moment of recognition--a motion which had even escaped the notice of the girl. Perhaps it accounted for the coolness with which Orme met his enemy's eyes. CHAPTER XVI THE STRUGGLE The approaching car now drew up near by, and three men jumped lightly to the road. In the radiance of the lamps on the two cars, Orme recognized Arima. The men with him were also Japanese, though Orme was not conscious that he had ever seen them before. It was clear enough how he and the girl had blundered into the hands of the Orientals. Maku had undoubtedly secured a car and had driven it to the vicinity of the Rookery in response to a telephoned order from Alcatrante, transmitted, in all likelihood, through the Japanese minister. The appearance of the car on La Salle Street had been expected by the South American. Perhaps he had not anticipated that Orme would hail it; the probability was that he had wished Maku's assistance without a definite idea of what that assistance should be; but the use of the car by Orme fell in nicely with his plans. He had assumed readily enough the direction the car would take, and getting promptly into telephonic communication with Arima, had arranged this meeting on the road. Orme now remembered that Arima's car, when approaching, had sounded its horn at regular intervals, in series of threes--evidently a signal. "Don't worry, Girl, dear," whispered Orme. "I--" he broke off his sentence as the newcomers clustered about the tonneau, but the confident glance of her eyes reassured him. He knew not what they were to face. The Japanese, he inferred, would not deal with him pleasantly, but surely they would not harm the girl. Arima opened the door of the tonneau and with a lightning motion grasped Orme by the wrist. "Get out," he ordered. Orme was in no mind to obey. There were four of the Orientals against him, and he stood little chance of success in a fight with them, but if he could only delay matters, someone might pass and he could raise an alarm. So he sat firm, and said, calmly: "What do you want?" "Get out," repeated Arima.