"He's a
good solid Christian."
Ki Sing turned his almond eyes upon O'Reilly, who, with his freckled
face, wide mouth, broad nose, and stubby beard, was by no means a
prepossessing-looking man, and said interrogatively: "He Chlistian?"
"Yes, John. Wouldn't you like to be one?"
Ki Sing shook his head decidedly.
"Me no want to be Chlistian," he answered. "Me velly well now. Me
want to be good Chinaman."
"There's a compliment for you, O'Reilly," said one of the miners.
"John prefers to be a Chinaman to being like you."
"He's a barbarious haythen, anyhow," said O'Reilly, surveying his
prisoner with unfriendly eyes. "What did he come over to America
for, anyhow?"
"He probably came over for the same reason that brought you,
O'Reilly," said a young man, who spoke for the first time, though he
had been from the outset a disgusted witness of what had taken
place.
"And what's that?" demanded O'Reilly angrily.
"To make a living," answered Richard Dewey quietly.
As this is the first time this young man has been introduced, we
will briefly describe him. He was of medium size, well knit and
vigorous, with a broad forehead, blue eyes, and an intelligent and
winning countenance.
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