“Sule, Mikee,” with a grin.
“And you walked all the way here from that town?”
“Yep, me ’spect so.”
“What made you come out here into the wilderness?”
“Wantee wolkee.”
“You could get all the work you wanted in Marysville, couldn’t you?”
“Not muchee.”
“I know better, John.”
“You know bettee?”
“That’s what I do. Don’t imagine you can fool me, you almond-eyed Mongolian. If you don’t tell us the truth we’ll run you out of this camp in a brace of shakes.”