The Girl from Hong-Kong: A Story of Adventure Under Five Suns — page 141: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

THE GIRL FROM HONG-RKONG. 135 thing—have you carried-any luggage for me, or are you a plain, everyday beggar come to hunt me up?” ~ The raven may have said ‘‘Nevermore,” but this croaker manages to articulate a name, though he comes near falling all over himself in doing it. ~ Aman is very apt to recognize the cognomen with ‘which he has been decorated from birth, even when jumbled and twisted by the hps ofa Parsee beggar. ‘‘What’s that—am I Sahib Donahue?—well, that seems to be the name I sail under. What can I do for you, my friend? What! anote for mé! H’m! this grows interest- ing at least. Terry, keep your mind clear, and your rear pocket within reach. ‘There, give me the note and BWecept this piece of silver.” He puffs at his weed until the end is a glowing little furnace, actually affording sufficient light to enable him to read the contents of his btllet-douz, which in a dozen seconds he has mastered, for it is brief and to the point. ‘“‘Mr. DonAHUE: Sir, if you would learn the whole truth concerning the plot against the young lady come with the messenger.”’ There is no name. Terry continues to look at the paper. ‘‘H’m! this is interesting,’ he mutters. At least, whoever wrote this terse note\ knows how to best play upon his heart strings. we comicbooks.com