"Who are you, my yeller friend?" asked Bradley, when he was near enough to be heard.
"My name Ki Sing."
"Glad to hear it. I can't say I ever heard of your family, but I reckon from the name, it's a musical one."
Ki Sing probably did not understand the tenor of Bradley's remark.
"Is there any hotel round here, Mr. Sing?" asked Ben jocosely, "where two weary travelers can put up for the night?"
"Nohotellee!"
"Then where do you sleep?"
"Me sleep on glound."
"Your bed is a pretty large one, then," said Bradley. "The great objection to it is, that it is rather hard."
Ki Sing's mind was evidently occupied by some engrossing thought, which prevented his paying much attention to Bradley's jocose observations.