“I catchem this letter from China to-day. He say allee place my wifee and my mama live, rain come down allee time. No come down water.”
Ah Sing’s face was solemn as a priest’s.
“It come down blood––pigs’ hair, too; one, two feet deep, all over. Heap bad! I want catchem money send my uncle so he, and my wifee, my mama, all go away other place.
“If I no send, they die,––see! I need one hundled dollar. I no have him. You give me one hundled dollar. I pay back one, two, thlee month after I work bank.”
Jim shook his head.
“Yes!––you givem me. I pay back, sure!”
“No, siree,––not a darned cent! Your uncle, he fool you, Sing.”
Sing paid no attention to the remark.
“You no givem?”