“No,” said Quong. “No. Keep all along. You sabbee?”
“Very well, I’ll keep it,” said Mr Raydon; and just then there was a tap at the door.
“Come in.”
Grey entered.
“Want me?”
“Bad news, sir,” said Grey, in a sharp whisper. “That man from the little valley—Barker he says his name is—”
“Which was Barker?”
“That sensible man you shook hands with.”
“What does he want?”
“Wants to see you, sir. They started that gang down the river with half a dozen armed miners, and they rose against them in the night.”