So when Hop said he thought Wild might be in trouble he nodded and retorted:
"Allee light; my blother go if he wantee to. Me allee samee stay here, likee Misler Wild say."
"Lat light, my blother. You velly muchee goodee Chinee; but you no undelstand, likee me; me allee samee velly muchee smartee, allee samee my uncle in China."
"Um uncle in China allee samee dead; gittee head cuttee off for stealee pig!"
"Sh!" said Hop, holding up his hand. "My blother mustee not lettee Misler Charlie knowee lat."
"Me no care, so be. You allee samee foolee."
Wing acted as though he was disgusted, but a sorrowful look from his brother soon brought him around.
"Me no tellee Misler Charlie," he said.
"Allee light. Now me go to um saloon and gittee lillee dlop of tanglefoot; len me go and havee lillee look alound up Forbiddee Passee, so be."
Hop was not long in getting ready.