I told Esau I did not believe him, and Gunson went on—
“It’s awkward about those fellows, for at present might is right up here. The worst of it is, Quong can’t fight.”
“No fightee,” said Quong, looking up sharply. “Melican man fightee. Quong makee flesh tea, talkee ploper English. Makee flesh blead all hot. Hot closs bun.”
“I should like to stay with you, Mr Gunson,” I said; “and it is very tempting. But I must go back.”
“And if Mr Raydon refuses to have you, my lads, come back, and I’ll make you as welcome as I can.”
“Flesh tea all leady,” said Quong; and I was soon after gladly partaking of the simple meal, close to the spot where I had met with the terrible accident six months before.
Before we lay down for a few hours’ rest, I wanted to tell him more about my trouble, and how Mr Raydon suspected me. I wanted to ask him too how he had found out about this spot. But Esau was lying close by me, and I suspected him of playing a double part. I felt sure just then that he had been Gunson’s informant, so I had to put it all off till a more favourable opportunity; and while I was thinking this I dropped off fast asleep.