The boy found some remains of the fish they had had the evening previous, also a chunk of bread.
He handed them over to the Chinaman, and the fellow made short work of them.
“Feelee bettee now,” he said, with a cheerful grin on his sallow countenance.
“Tasted good, did it?”
“Bettee lifee. You wantee hile? Wolkee cheap.”
At this juncture Gideon Prawle issued from his tent, followed by Meyer.
“Shimmany Christmas!” ejaculated Dinkelspeil, as soon as his gaze rested on the Mongolian. “Vot you calls dot fellers? Oh, yaw, he vos a Shinyman, ain’d id?”
“Where did you spring from, Chink?” asked Prawle, surveying the new arrival curiously.
“No springee. Walkee long way. No lidee on lailload. ’Causee why, no gottee scads. Bouncee quickee no payee.”
“Well, I guess yes. Looks half starved, don’t he?” to Jack.