“Sure thing,––just what we want!
“Say, John!––what your name?”
“Me,––my name? My name, Ah Sing.”
“Ah Sing!” exclaimed Jim, looking upward in expectancy.
“Ya,––Ah Sing!” repeated the other with a set, Chinese grin.
“Ah Sing!”
“Ya,––Ah Sing!”
“Then, why in heaven’s name, don’t you? I’ve asked you twice,” laughed Jim, showing his large teeth.
The Chinaman showed his own in return.