They only thought of the fun to be obtained from the
proceeding, and supposed they would be doing the Chinaman no real
harm.
"Has anybody got a pair of scissors?" asked O'Reilly, taking the
Chinaman by the queue.
"I've got one in my tent," answered one of the miners.
"Go and get it, then."
Ki Sing again uttered a cry of dismay, but it did not seem likely
that his valued appendage could be saved. Public sentiment was with
his persecutor.
He had one friend, however, among the rough men who surrounded him,
the same who had already taken his part.
Richard Dewey's eyes glittered sternly as he saw O'Reilly's
intention, and he quietly advanced till he was within an arm's
length of Ki Sing.
"What do you mean to do, O'Reilly?" he demanded sternly.
"None of your business!" retorted O'Reilly insolently.
"It is going to be my business. What do you mean to do?"
"Gut off this haythen's pigtail, and I'd just like to know who's
going to prevent me."
At this moment the miner who had gone for a pair of scissors
returned.
"Give me them scissors!" said O'Reilly sharply.
Richard Dewey reached out his hand and intercepted them. He took
them in place of O'Reilly.
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