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You Clee," continued the wise Oriental, "an' Englishman good flend ketchem same Josh; you call 'im We-sec-e-gea, white man call 'im God." And so, having the same God, only called by different names, the Crees trusted the factor, and the factor trusted the Crees. Their business intercourse was on the basis of skin for skin, furs being the recognized coin of the country.
I'll get you some breakfast and see what's to be done." Then she came back. "They were all right when you left them? The young lady, too?" she queried, anxiously. "Yes, they all light. Both them ladies all light." "Both! Who's the other?" demanded Mrs. Van Zandt, instantly. "Mr. Hellick got flend Mrs. Conlad," said Li, wearily. "She come day before yest'day from Mexico City. Mr.
He's the chap as come aboard yesterday." "Yes," I panted as I sat up, breathing painfully, "it's Ching. He's our friend." "Yes, flend, evelibody fiend," cried Ching. "Wantee go shore. Fancee shop." "Go ashore?" said the officer. "Yes, walkee shore." "But if I set you ashore amongst that howling mob, they'll cut you to pieces." "Ching 'flaid so. Allee bad man. Wantee kill young offlicer."
An English-speaking "boy," hearing that I was in need of one, came to me to recommend "his number one flend," who, he assured me, spoke English "all the same Englishman." But when the "flend" came I found that he spoke English all the same as I spoke Chinese.
Howard's little China boy Gin were given a half-holiday, and allowed to go to a neighbouring ranch to see a 'flend' of Hop Yet's; for it was a part of the birthday scheme that Bell and Geoffrey should cook the festival dinner.
"Missy no come!" Kow answered, unruffled. "Him say no can come!" "Cherry!" Peter shouted. "Did Alix say she wasn't coming to lunch?" "N-n-not to me!" Cherry answered from the garden. She came up to the porch, with her hands full of short-stemmed roses. "Him go flend house," Kow elucidated. "Fiend heap sick!" "Mrs. Garvin?" Cherry questioned. "Did she stay at Mrs. Garvin's for lunch?
Hard's flend, too." "Good Heavens, now what do you suppose the heathen means by that?" gasped the astonished woman. "Come here," she added, sternly, and seizing the Chinaman by the sleeve of his blouse, she led him into the room occupied by Polly. Dramatically, she pointed to the photograph on the wall. "Is that the woman you're talking about?" Li examined the face gravely and nodded.
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