Bars clattered within, and a strip of dim light widened.

"Who comes ?" said a harsh but guarded voice, with a strong Hakka brogue.
"A brother," answered the outcast, "to pluck the White Lotus.

Aid, brothers .-- Go in, I can help no further.

If you are caught, slide down, and run westward to the gate which is called the Meeting of the Dragons." Heywood nodded, and slipped in.

Beside a leaf-point flame of peanut-oil, a broad, squat giant sat stiff and still against the opposite wall, and stared with cruel, unblinking eyes.