"I guess your friends, the devils, might have told you that too," remarked Chance. "Don't you know?"
"No, me no savey. You tell me."
"Corbett and myself are going up to Cariboo mining, and if you like you can come as cook, or you can come and work on wages in our claims. How would you like that?"
"Me come, all-lite me come; only you give me one little share in the claims—you let me put in one hundred dollars I win last night."
"Better keep what you've got and not gamble any more," replied Corbett kindly.
"Halo! Halo keep him. 'Spose you not sell me share I go gamble again to-night."
"Better let him have his way, Ned. Let the whole crowd go in together, 'sink or swim.'"
"Very well, Phon, then you will come."
"You bet you, Misser Corbett. Who you 'spose cook for you 'spose I no come?" And having proposed this final conundrum, Phon retired again to his kitchen.
"Rum, the way in which he seemed to know all about our movements, Ned," remarked Chance, when the Chinaman had done.