“I should say not!”
“Then we can’t have any square meals!” Carl exclaimed.
“What did you see in there?” asked Ben.
“When I first went in,” Jimmie explained, “I got a whiff which made me think of Pell street, in little old New York. It was opium, all right, and I began to understand what I’d stumbled into.”
“Could you see a light?” asked Ben.
“No light! There was only the smell and a jabber which sounded to me like the chin-chin in the back room of a laundry on Doyers street.”
“Then there are more Chinamen in there?” exclaimed Ben.
“There were more in there!” replied Jimmie.
“Where did they go?” asked Carl.
Kit sat back against Ben’s leg and let out a roar of laughter which for a moment prevented the question being answered.