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You velly muchee goodee Chinee; but you no understand, likee me; me allee samee velly muchee smartee, allee samee my uncle in China." "Um uncle in China allee samee dead; git tee head cuttee off for stealee pig!" "Sh!" said Hop, holding up his hand. "My blother mustee not lettee Misler Charlie knowee lat." "Me no care, so be. You allee samee foolee."
But me 'flaid Misler Wild allee samee git tee in um tlouble; me wantee helpee out." Wing did not care if he did go, for he thought he was perfectly able to take care of the camp. So when Hop said he thought Wild might be in trouble he nodded and retorted: "Allee light; my blother go if he wantee to. Me allee samee stay here, likee Misler Wild say." "Lat light, my blother.
If there was anything that the Chinaman liked it was to do something that met with the approval of Young Wild West. After he had once got it into his head that he wanted to go Hop grew very restless. Finally he turned to the cook and said: "Me go takee lillee walk thlough um pass, so be, my blother." "Misler Wild say you, allee samee stay here, so be," was the reply. "Lat allee light.
Speak up, Asia, but don't recommend no more curry. 'Hi! Hi! says Fu Shan, the little yeller idjit! 'My got blother have joss house by Langoon. All light. He tlade. You go lun joss house by Langoon. Vely good ploperty. That's what he said. Why not? That's the way I looked at it." He paused and blew smoke. Maya Dala and Irish were gone.
"Things happen, but they don't mean anything by it. You hustle around the circle. You might as well have sat down on the circumference. Maybe the trouble is with me, maybe it's Saleratus. One of us is played out!" Fu Shan took the ivory pipestem from his mouth, and spoke placid and squeaking. "My got blother have joss house by Langoon. Velly good joss house, velly good ploperty.
The Chinaman gave a parting laugh, and then, turning to the other Celestial, observed: "Me havee velly nallow escapee, my blother." "You allee samee velly muchee fool!" was the retort. "You allee timee lookee for um tanglefoot, so be." "Me havee two velly nicee lillee dlinks, my blother; you no havee." "Me no wantee," was the scornful rejoinder.
"Well, never mind about it now, boys. I reckon we'll think about the supper. Hurry up, Wing. Just get a little move on you." "Allee light, Misler Wild," answered the cook, smilingly. "Me havee, um supper leady allee samee pletty quickee, so be." "Me helpee my blother," spoke up Hop, grinning. "He allee samee velly muchee slow." "Me no slow," retorted Wing; "me allee light."
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