Bill questioned him for some time, and discovered that he might smoke opium there if he wished; also that he might gamble for a considerable sum if he so desired.
He left the shop, wondering what had induced him to waste his time there.
Lin Soo watched him go up the street, scowled after him, called him bad names and cursed him in some horrible guttural way.
"You sneaking round me," he said. "Better take care. Lin Soo stand no fool play. Me stare at white woman! Why not? Me had dealings with many white women. Business in Bourke with what you call squatter and white woman. Tell him? Not muchy!"
Bill walked into Pitt Street. When he came to the corner of Market Street he stopped and stared.
That looks uncommonly like Craig Bellshaw, he thought.
The man he had seen turned round and came towards him. It was Bellshaw. He saw Bill Bigs and recognised him.
"You here, Bigs? What brings you to Sydney?"
"I've sold out."
"Have you? Tired of Boonara, eh?"