Then all hands sat down to dinner.
CHAPTER XII.
THE FLITTING OF THE MONGOLIAN.
It was undoubtedly hot and dirty work in the mine; but as it had been entered into at their own request and suggestion, neither Jack nor Charlie had any complaint coming.
They stuck down to their labor all the afternoon, and never gave either Meen Fun or Meyer a moment’s rest.
“I never would have believed it if some one had told me that that Chink would stick out that job,” said Prawle. “I haven’t heard him make a squeal since he started in. He’ll prove of great assistance if we only can keep him.”
“Where is he going to sleep?” asked Jack.
“We’ll give him a piece of canvas, and he can roll himself up in it just outside the cave opening.”
“It seems funny to me that if he was up to Rocky Gulch he didn’t get work on the sluices,” said Jack. “I noticed quite a number of Chinamen employed there by the miners.”
“Maybe he came from another direction,” suggested Charlie.