"No wantee," was the doleful reply. "Him debble boat; go sizz-sizz-sizzle, mebby so sendee China boy topside."
"But you've won it, and it's yours."
"No wantee," was the decided response. "My givee you fi' dol you takee."
McGlory exploded a laugh and fell down the timbers.
"Speak to me about that, will you?" he gasped. "He's willing to give you five dollars, Matt, to take the boat off his hands."
The blear-eyed man pushed closer.
"See here, chink," said he, "don't you be a fool jest because you got a chanst. What's the use of givin' a feller money to take the boat? I'll give you a ten-dollar bill for it, if that's the way you feel."
McGlory pulled himself off the pile of timber and stepped in front of the man.
"I wonder if you wouldn't?" he scoffed.
"What's it to you, anyhow?" growled the man. "Who give you any right to butt in? If the chink wants to sell the boat I got a right to buy it."