"That's so, sir," said Mike, with a queer look; "but the lid was all right."
"Pooh! I could buy you a better one for—"
"No, you couldn't, Master Harry, because you see there's no chance for spending such money here, so I saved a bit."
"Saved a bit?" said Harry.
"Yes, sir; there was just a hundred and one silver Chinese dollars in that teapot. Now do you understand?"
"Yes, Mike, I understand," said the boy sadly. "But never mind; they'll be safe enough till we've got the mastery over these wretches."
"Don't think they'll all ha' melted away, do you, sir?"
"They may have melted, Mike, but not away. Perhaps they'll have all run down into the shape of the bottom of the teapot; but if they have, the silver will be worth the money."
"Oh, come, sir; there's some comfort in that. I say, Master Harry, are we going to have to fight?"
"I think we are sure to, Mike."