Careful not to make the slightest noise they stole around the hut until they reached the path close to the doorway. Then they again stopped and listened. Yes, there was no doubt but that the hut was occupied. “Keep your gun in your hand but hold it behind you,” Rogers whispered as he stepped into the path and advanced through the open doorway. It was rather dark inside as there was no window and at first he did not see the figure sitting on a box near the side directly opposite the door. “I’ve got you covered and shall shoot if you make the least move,” came a stern voice and as their eyes became accustomed to the faint light they saw the speaker and that what he said was true. “Drop your guns and raise your hands.” Both obeyed. “Now come over to the center of the room. That’s right.” “What’s the idea?” Rogers asked, a slight smile on his lips. “You’ll know in a minute. What’s your name?” “Rogers.” “You lie.” “Perhaps in that case you’ll tell me what it is,” Rogers suggested. “I will. Your name is Doctor Horn.” “What makes you think that?” “I know it. You live in Honolulu.” “Pardon me, but you’ve made a mistake. I never was in Honolulu till the other day.” “Of course you’d say that.” “Because it’s the truth.” “And you probably never heard of a Japanese named Ito Yoshihito.” “You’re right, I never did. Who is he?” “I am he.” “Well, I can’t deny that.” “Because you know it’s true. Now back out, both of you, outside where there is more light.” They backed out keeping their hands well above their heads and thoroughly convinced that they were in the hands of a crazy man. “Now stop,” the Jap ordered as soon as they were in the open where the sun struck down in the pathway. “Now look at that hand,” he shouted holding out his left hand while the right kept a firm grip on the gun. “Is there any sign of leprosy there? Tell me, is there?” “Why, not that I can see,” Rogers assured him. “Of course I’m not a doctor as I told you but——” “But less than three months ago you declared that I was a leper and ordered me deported to this island.” “You’re crazy, man. I never——” “Don’t lie to me,” the Jap interrupted. “I know what you did and why.” “Now see here,” Rogers began, as a thought struck him. “Let’s get this straight.” “Oh, it’s straight enough,” the Jap declared, but Rogers went on as though he had not spoken. “You say that a doctor examined you and pronounced you a leper?” “That is so.” “I don’t dispute it,” Rogers told him. “But it was not I. Probably it was someone who happens to resemble me and you’ve taken me for him. Now take a good look at me. No two men are exactly alike.” For a full minute the Jap looked fixedly at Rogers and Bill, watching with intense interest, fancied that a look of doubt followed by one of incredulity swept over his face. Then, suddenly, he dropped the gun and turned his back on them. “Well?” Rogers asked after a moment had passed.