“Perhaps that’s what’s the matter with the Chinaman,” observed Carl.
“Anyway, we’d better carry him out to the machines and see how he acts when presented with a square meal,” advised Ben.
“That’s all right!” Jimmie declared. “It’s all right to rescue the perishing, and all that, but if some forest ranger should come along here and find us mixed up with a Chinaman, we’d all be pinched!”
“Do they smuggle on this coast?” asked Carl.
“Of course they do!” replied Jimmie scornfully.
“Smuggle what?”
“Chinks and opium!”
“Then I see myself owning the Night and Day bank when I get back to New York!” Carl exclaimed. “There’s a government reward for the capture of men who run in Chinks and smuggle opium!”
“Well, we may as well be getting back to the machines,” urged Ben. “I’ll run on ahead and see if they’re all right, and you boys may bring the Chinaman along if you think best.”
“We’ll bring him along all right!” Jimmie answered. “We can’t leave him lying here unconscious.”