e slid
along the seat and said to the conductor: "I wake him."

The conductor stared, and scratched his head. "If you can," he remarked,
"it's more'n I can do."

Maku did not answer, but putting his hand behind the sleeping man's back,
found some sensitive vertebra. With a yell, the man awoke and leaped to
his feet. The conductor seized him by the arm and led him to the
platform.

The car was already slowing down, but without waiting for it to stop, the
fellow launched himself into the night, being preserved from falling by
the god of alcohol, and stumbled away toward the sidewalk.

"Did you see the Jap?" exclaimed the conductor. "Stuck a pin into him,
that's what he did."

"Oh, I guess not," laughed Orme. "He touched his spine, that was all."

The car stopped. The spectacled passenger with the portfolio arose and
got off by way of the front platform. Would Maku also take the elevated?
If he did, unless he also got off the front platform, Orme would have to
act quickly to keep out of sight.

But Maku made no move. He had returned to his former position, and only
the trace of an elusive smile on his lips showed that he had not
forgotten the incident in which he had just taken part. Meantime Orme had
maintained his partial concealment, and though Maku had turned his head
when he went to the conductor's help, he had not appeared to glance
toward the back platform.

The conductor rang the bell, and the car started forward again with its
two passengers--Maku within, Orme without--the pursuer and the pursued.

"I thought the motorman and I was going to have to chuck that chap off,"
commented the conductor. "If the Jap hadn't stuck a pin into him----"

"I don't think it was a pin. The Japanese know where to touch you so that
it will hurt."

"An' I didn't even like to rub the fellow's ears for fear of hurtin' him.
I heard of a man that was made deaf that way. Smashed his ear-drums."

"I wonder where the Jap will get off?" said Orme.

"Oh, he'll go right through to the barns and take a Clark Street car.
There's a lot of them Japs lives over that way. He'll be one of 'em, I
guess."

"Unless he's somebody's cook or valet."

"I don't believe he is. But, of course, you never know."

"That's true," said Orme. "One never knows."

As the car plunged onward, Maku suddenly put his hand in his pocket. He
drew it out empty. On his face was an expression which may mean
"surprise," among the Japanese. He then fumbled in