"Dar's dis ob it. I'ze seed yeh a workin' an' a workin', an' not gettin' no rest nur sleep, but jest a layin' yersel' out foh to keer for us no-account folks, and make us comf'able. Now, I know I'm mean 'bout habin' my share ob grub an' sleepin', an' dem tings, but I ain't so mean's not to see an' tink."
"You are a good fellow, Ike, but I really can't see what you are driving at," said Sam.
"I'm dribein' at dis, dat you'z got to rest de fust one. Har, de blankets ain't so awful wet, an' if you ain't wahm enough, yeh can hab my coat. So do lie down an' take a sleep, dat'll make yeh brain more clarer foh to tink to-morrow."
When one is inclined to a thing, it does not require much urging.
Sam yielded to Ike's entreaties, which were supported by Wah Shin, in the strongest English he could command.
They made him as comfortable as possible under the circumstances, and, after promising to wake him when his turn came, they crept off some distance, and sitting down side by side they talked in whispers like a pair of conspirators.
"Wah Shin?"
"Glang, Ike, me gottee no deaf," said Wah.
"You're a good feller."
"Me tinkee so, too," said the modest Mongolian.