“Letta fo' Mis Camelon!”
“Hello, Cameron!” exclaimed the Sergeant, handing him the note. “You're in luck.” There was no mistaking the jealousy in the Sergeant's voice.
“Oh, hang it!” said Cameron as he read the note.
“What's up?”
“Tea!”
“Who?” enquired the Sergeant eagerly.
“Me. I say, you go in my place.”
The Sergeant swore at him frankly and earnestly.
“All right John,” said Cameron rather ungraciously.
“You come?” enquired the Chinaman.