"Me no slow," retorted Wing; "me allee light."
"There!" interposed Wild. "Don't get in a wrangle over it. Hurry the supper along, that's all."
The two Celestials said no more, but both worked away as fast as they could.
It was not long before the supper was cooked, and then all hands did fall justice to it.
"Now, boys," said Wild, as he finished eating, "I reckon a good cigar wouldn't go bad, so we will go over to the saloon and buy some. The girls will be all right here, since we won't hardly be out of sight of them. Come on!"
The three soon took their departure, and they had scarcely done so when Hop, the clever Chinaman, sneaked around a clump of trees and took a course that would fetch him around to the rear of the saloon.
It was hard to keep him away from such places, for he loved gambling and practical joking, not to speak of "tanglefoot," to such a degree that he could not be held back.
CHAPTER III.
THE OUTLAWS OF FORBIDDEN PASS.
The three cowboys were just getting ready to leave when Young Wild West and his two partners reached the saloon.