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“Good-bye”

Bell took his hand and threw hi the boat froed the propeller and steered around the sailor, who sputtered indignantly, “What did you do that for? Let me help you”

The last thing Bell wanted was the Navy’s help The Navy would arrest Louis and hold hi “My prisoner,” he said “My case”

The tide swept Louis downstream Bell followed closely in the launch, ready to rescue hih the water with a modern front crawl

In the last hundred yards, Bell drove the launch ashore at a pier and aiting on the bank, dangling handcuffs, when Louis staggered out of water The Chinese stood, breathing hard, staring in disbelief at the tall detective, who said, “Stick out your hands”

Louis pulled a knife and lunged with surprising speed for a soaking-wettide Bell parried with the cuffs and punched him hard Louis went down, sufficiently stunned for Bell to cuff his hands behind his back Bell hauled hiht he was Louis couldn’t weigh more than one-twenty

Bell marched him toward the pier where he had tied the launch It was only four or five miles down the Carquinez Strait from Vallejo to Benicia Point, where, with any luck, he could board a train before the Navy got wise

But before he could reach the pier, a Mare Island Ferry pulled in and disgorged a mob of ship workers

“There he is!”

“Get him!”

The work and put two and two together As they ran toward Bell and Louis Loh, a second group who’d been repairing a trolley siding caehammers and iron bars and joined the first They beca the Van Dorn detective and his prisoner from the launch

The track gang lit an oxyacetylene torch “Burn the Jap To hell with a trial”

Isaac Bell told the lynch mob, “You can’t burn him, boys” “Yeah, why not?”

“He’s not a Jap He’s Chinese”

“They’re all Mongolians-Asiatic coolies-they’re all in it together”