“S’plose he no want see yo’?” suggested Ah Moy.
That was a puzzler for Larry. He was not used to answering such sharp questions as the Chinese put, and he could not understand the Celestial’s sudden interest in the welfare of Peter, when, before, the Oriental had appeared to want to punish the lad.
“Well, I want to see him, even if he doesn’t want to see me,” replied Larry, at length.
“He glot some yo’ money?”
Arguing that the deed might be considered money, as it represented a large sum, and feeling sure that if Peter did not have it, he knew where it was, Larry replied:
“Peter has some of my money.”
“If me tell yo’ where Pleter is, yo’ give me some money?” asked Ah Moy.
“What for?” Larry was trying to gain time to think.
“He make me lose tlee dollar bleakin’ my windlow,” the Chinese went on. “He an’ odder bloys what are in club. He no pay me. Maybe yo’ pay me.”
“If you tell me where to find Peter I’ll give you the three dollars,” Larry answered, thinking it would be a sum spent in a good cause.