"He catchee them if they were here," grinned the man.
"Your name is Lin Soo?"
The Chinaman nodded.
"You speak very good English," said Bill.
"Been in Sydney years," he replied.
"And made a heap of money," said Bill.
"No. Chinaman no chance with the white man," said Lin solemnly.
Bill laughed.
"You yellow heathen, I know better than that. Are you a tea dealer?"
Lin Soo nodded; it was a habit, and when he did so his cheeks flapped and his eyelids fell up and down like trap doors.