"Look for some; make Achow help."
"How can? No, b'long his pidgin. He no helpee. B'long my pidgin makee cook chow-chow. Ayah! Achow have go makee cheat over Mexican man. Makee play cards all same euchre."
In fact, on looking out of the window, the other Celestial was clearly visible, manipulating a pack of cards and apparently inviting the Mexicans to a friendly game, in which there could be no deception.
Then Ladds' conscience smote him.
"Beg pardon. Should have seen. Make remark about hotel. Apologise."
"He means," said the other, "that he was a terrible great fool not to see that you are a gentleman."
Ladds nodded.
"Let me introduce our party," the speaker went on. "This is our esteemed friend Mr. Gilead P. Beck, whom we caught in a bear-hunt——"
"Bar behind," said Mr. Beck.
"This is Captain Ladds, of the 35th Dragoons."