Shall I tell him to come with us ?" "No," grinned the sergeant, and then looked up and watched the broad shoulders of the red-haired man, who advanced through the crowd as the prow of a ship lunges through the waves.

"Go get Morley," he said abruptly.
But Harrigan went on his way without misgivings, not that he forgot the policeman, but he was accustomed to stand under the suspicious eye of the law.

In all the course of his wanderings it had been upon him.

His coming was to the men in uniform like the sound of the battle trumpet to the cavalry horse.

This, however, was Harrigan's first night in Honolulu, and there was much to see, much to do.