“Now, my Celestial friend,” he said; “we’re going to say good-bye to you. Where are you bound for?”
“Up libber, washee gole.”
Gunson started.
“What?” he cried.
“Up libber, washee gole.”
“Who told you that there was gold there?”
“Melican man come down, show bit gold to Melican man. Big man you chuckee chuckee down in boat.”
Gunson looked disturbed, but he made no remark then, and at last I said to him—
“I suppose we shall part company to-day, Mr Gunson?”
“What for? Like your friend there, Esau—tired of me?”