"Trading in white girls."
"Yes, you scoundrel. I expect you've been at it."
Lin Soo protested. He was a good Chinaman,—not one of that sort.
Bill noticed the leer in his eyes, and concluded he was a deep-dyed rogue.
"Have you ever been out West?" he asked out of curiosity.
Lin Soo said he had. A few years ago he had business in Bourke.
Bill became interested. What took him to Bourke?
Dealings with a big man, a man of money. He did not live at Bourke, but he met him, Lin Soo, there.
"What sort of dealings?" queried Bill.
Lin Soo would not disclose them.