"Ten dollars is the highest price," Tom declared, flatly. "That pays you for standing by me until I get Doc Gaston—if he's the one I'm looking for—outside of Chinatown."
"Well, gimme the money now, then," demanded the guide.
"Oh, no," retorted the young skipper, tartly. "You get the money after we're through and on the edge of Chinatown in a cab. Now, don't haggle any more, or I'll drop the matter altogether. Are you going to take my offer, or not?"
"Say, you'll sure pay the ten, will ye?" whined the fellow.
"As sure as there's a sky above us."
"Then come along."
"Where's the place?" questioned Tom Halstead.
"Around the next corner."
"Do you know where Yum Kee's restaurant is?"
"O' course. They call Yum Kee the Chinatown Delmonico."