Tell him it's vastly important, and ask him to meet you on the jump." "Shall I tell him what's up!" asked Dan cautiously.
"Yes; you'd better.

Then he'll be sure to bring the necessary remedies with him." Dan Dalzell was off like a shot.
Chow tried to edge around toward the door.
"Here, you get back there," cried Dave, seizing the Chinaman and slamming him back against the wall.

"Don't you move again, until we tell you that you may--or it will be the worse for you." Ten minutes passed ere Dan returned with Dr.Lawrence.
"You see the job that's cut out for you," said Darrin, pointing to the unconscious figure in the bunk.

"Can you do it, Doctor ?" The medical man made a hasty examination of the unconscious midshipman before he answered briefly: "Yes." "Will it be a long job, Doctor ?" "Fifteen minutes, probably." "Oh, good, if you can do it in that time!" "Me go now ?" asked Chow, with sullen curiosity, as the medical man opened his medicine-case.
"Yes; if you don't try to leave the joint," agreed Dave.

"And I'm going outside with you." Chow looked very much as though he did not care for company, but Midshipman Darrin kept at his side.
"Now, see here, Chow," warned Dave, "this is the last day you sell opium for white men to smoke!" "You heap too flesh (fresh)" growled the Chinaman.
"It's the last day you'll sell opium to white men," insisted Dave, "for, as soon as I'm through here I'm going to the police station to inform against you.