"Too many Chinamen—too little washee,—washee."
"What have you got in the way of provisions? Mine are stale. I'd like to buy some of you."
"We have got a little lice, John."
"Got a little what? Oh, I know: you mean rice. Why don't you pronounce your English better?"
"Because Chinamen not 'Melican men."
"Then I suppose I may as well be moving on, as I can't get anything out of you. Oh, have you got any tea, John?"
"Yes, John."
"Got any made?"
Ah Sin produced a cup, for he and his friend had just prepared their breakfast, and being warm, Bill Crane gulped it down with a relish.
"After all, a man needs some warm drink in the morning," he said to himself. "How much to pay, John?"