“Indeed, it will be a treat,” said Gunson, going into the place with Mr Raydon, while we kept back until he had finished his meal.
“I say,” said Esau, as we walked about the enclosure, “can’t little Quong tell fibseys.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” I replied. “Why, I’ve met him twice up the river trying for gold.”
“Oh. I’ve seen him lots of times. He gets away when he has done his work, looking as innocent as you please, and all the time he’s hunting for gold. I say, you see if Mr Raydon don’t keep an eye on us for fear we should tell old Gunson. My! wouldn’t he like to know of our find. I can’t understand how it is that he who knows all about it should be so unlucky, and you—”
“We,” I said.
“Well, we, then—should be so lucky, and find so much. Dunno, though; it hasn’t brought us much luck as yet.”