[#] Ten.
"That's only fair," said Errington in a laughing undertone to Burroughs. "You don't want the poor chap to be absolutely out of pocket over the business."
"It might be worse," growled Burroughs. "I'll give you a chit[#] to Sing Wen to pay you ten dollars. That'll satisfy you?"
[#] Note.
"My savvy hon'ble genelum numpa one fella," cried the delighted man, bowing to the ground.
"I say, what'll you give me for this?" asked Errington, producing the moustache from behind his back.
The Chinaman stared. His eyes gleamed.
"Hai! My pay-lo fifty dolla," he exclaimed. "Takee wailo tin dolla, forty dolla lef behind." He opened his money pouch and counted out the notes. "My savvy catchee plenty good pidgin, galaw!"
"Don't offer it to Mr. Reinhardt, you know," said Errington, as the man pocketed the moustache.
"My savvy plopa pidgin," said the man with a leer, and shuffled away.