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That darned Chinaman wouldn't come with me," he added, with a laugh, "because, he said, he'd knocked off work 'allee same, Mellican man! Look here, Slinn," he said, with a sudden decisiveness, "my pay-roll of the men around here don't run short of a hundred and fifty dollars a day, and yet I couldn't get a hand to help me bring this truck over for my Christmas dinner."
"Goodbye, I won't be long," he called. Then, turning, he saw that the three Chinamen had flat-irons in their hands. They were fitting the handles to them. Ah See handed Marmaduke a fourth iron for himself. "Mellican boy wide on this now, velly caleful," said he. "But how can I ride on such a small iron?" asked Marmaduke. "Watchee and see, Allee samee as me."
"Me washee shilts; me talkee 'buttons." "Oh! you're See Yup, are you?" "Allee same, John." "Well, come here." I continued my work, but he did not move. "Come here, hang it! Don't you understand?" "Me shabbee, 'comme yea. But me no shabbee Mellican boy, who catchee me, allee same. YOU 'comme yea' YOU shabbee?"
Welly hope Mellican mans get enough gold now." "Don't be sarcastic, now, Suan," I answered; "as if it were possible to have enough!" "For my part," said Firm, who had been unusually silent all the evening, "I wish it had never been found at all. As sure as I stand here, mischief will come of it. It will break up our household.
He gripped the lapel of his blouse, as if he would remove it and exchange for another. "You wanchee clange?" The Chinaman squinted at him with an air of incredulity. Then a light of understanding seemed to over-spread his face. "Ow!" he exclaimed, "no can do, Mellican officer, not any. No can do."
"Velly wude little Mellican boy," said the first little Chinaman, whose name was Ping Pong. "Velly bad manners," said the second, who was called Sing Song. "You beggy our pardon," the third, whose name was Ah See. Now Marmaduke intended to do that very thing that is, beg their pardon, for he was very polite for an American boy.
"'Mellican man plenty playee to him Joss after eatin', sez he; 'but Chinaman smellee punk, allee same, and no hab got. "I knew the slimy cuss was just purtendin' he thought I was prayin' to my Joss, but I was that weak I hadn't stren'th, boys, to heave a rock at him. Yet it gave me an idea." "What was it?" they asked eagerly.
As far as their eyes could see, stretched green valleys and blue hills under a pale silver sky, and thousands of men and women, as little and as yellow as Ping Pong, Sing Song and Ah See, worked among the tea-fields on every side. "See that bush," said Ping Pong, "some day Mellican boy's mother drink cup tea from that. Taste velly fine too."
But scrouging in, the newcomer smiled, and addressed first one and then another of his fellow-passengers with so much friendly pleasantness of manner that the frowns cleared away from their faces, even the stolid, phlegmatic Chinamen brightening up with the contagious good humor of the "big Mellican man."
Do you know WHO YOU ARE?" "I" Watson hesitated, wondering whether he had best withhold this information. He decided to chance the truth. "My name is Chick Watson. I am an American." "An American?" The Rhamda pronounced the word with a roll of the "r" that sounded more like the Chinese "Mellican" than anything else. It was evident that the sounds were totally unfamiliar to him.
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