"
"He's a reporter, sir," the policeman said, "an' he's like us,--it's
part of his business to take chances."
"Mine, too," said Hamilton; "only he represents a newspaper and I'm here
for the government."
The policeman scratched his chin in perplexity.
"Do you wait here," he said, "and I'll call up the station."
He came back in a minute or two.
"The lieutenant says it'll be all right," he said. "I told him that I
hadn't seen any sign of trouble--not that that means anything," he
added, "but if you wait a minute the other man will be up this way; he's
patrollin' the streets and you can go along with him."
"How many of you are there here?" asked the boy.
"Generally half a dozen in these two or three streets," the policeman
answered, "but I guess right now there's twice that number."
Just as he had expected, another policeman appeared shortly, and
Hamilton was passed on to him. His conductor was taciturn, and the boy
was glad when the reporter joined them. In reply to a question, Hamilton
told his purpose, and the reporter, scenting a story, volunteered to
accompany them. The boy was willing enough, especially as he found the
reporter had the Chinese district as his regular assignment and was well
known in Chinatown.
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