He pulled on his garments and dashed into the open.
“Hello, there!” he shouted. “What are you doing there?”
The Chinaman turned around slowly, and grinned a ghastly sort of grin.
“Me hungry, allee same starvee. Fastee heap fo’ day. Feelee all gone.”
His looks certainly bore out his statement, and Jack felt sorry for him at once.
“Where did you come from, John?”
“San Flancisco.”
“So far as that, eh?”
The heathen nodded solemnly and then rubbed his stomach.
“All right,” said Jack; “I’ll get you something to eat.”