"Melican man wantee you," he said, in an excited manner.
"What's that?" asked Bradley. "Melican man want me?"
Ki Sing nodded.
"Where is he?"
Ki Sing turned, and pointed to a rude hut some half a mile away in a little mountain nook.
"Melican man thele," he said.
"Come along, Ben," said Bradley. "Let us see what this means. It may be some countryman of ours who is in need of help."
The Chinaman trotted along in advance, and our two friends followed him.