He looked slowly up at her.
“No bowlee for flowers,” he answered. “All want for eatee.”
Laura leaned over and shook him by the shoulder.
“Well, I’ll eatee off the ground,” she said. “Give me a bowl, you slant-eyed old idiot.”
“Why don’t you obey the lady?” French intervened.
Very slowly the Chinaman rose to his feet, disappeared inside the cook wagon and reappeared with a basin, which he handed to Laura. She thanked him carelessly, and they passed on. From where they stood, both Quest and Lenora saw the look which for a moment flashed from the Chinaman’s eyes. Lenora shivered.
“I’ll be glad when we get away from here,” she declared, clinging to Quest’s arm. “That Chinaman hates Laura like poison, and I’m afraid of him.”
Quest nodded.
“She does seem to have put his back up,” he agreed. “As to going on, I think we might just as well move tomorrow. My arm’s all right.”
“And I’m quite well,” Lenora asserted eagerly.