“That’s the fellow we released from captivity over at the first stopping-place, isn’t it?” asked Ben.
“You may search me!” replied Carl. “Negroes and horses and Chinamen all look alike, so far as I’m concerned.”
“Me savvee you!” exclaimed the Chinaman, in most outrageous pidgin English. “Me savvee you, alle same.”
“Where’d you come from?” demanded Ben impatiently.
The Chinaman put a finger to his lips and looked puzzled.
“No can do!” he said.
“Look here!” Ben exclaimed. “How did you ever find this place, anyway? If a Chink fresh from the odorous Orient can walk in on us like this, I’d like to know what an outlaw who really meant business could do!”
“No can do!” repeated the Chinaman.
“You’re the fellow we found tied up, aren’t you?” asked Carl.
“Me savvee you!” was the only reply, the words being accompanied by a foolish grin. “Me savvee you, alle same.”