"My name Ki Sing."
"Glad to hear it. I can't say I ever heard of your family, but I
reckon from the name, it's a musical one."
Ki Sing probably did not understand the tenor of Bradley's remark.
"Is there any hotel round here, Mr. Sing?" asked Ben jocosely,
"where two weary travelers can put up for the night?"
"Nohotellee!"
"Then where do you sleep?"
"Me sleep on glound."
"Your bed is a pretty large one, then," said Bradley. "The great
objection to it is, that it is rather hard."
Ki Sing's mind was evidently occupied by some engrossing thought,
which prevented his paying much attention to Bradley's jocose
observations.
"Melican man wantee you," he said, in an excited manner.
"What's that?" asked Bradley. "Melican man want me?"
Ki Sing nodded.
"Where is he?"
Ki Sing turned, and pointed to a rude hut some half a mile away in a
little mountain nook.
"Melican man thele," he said.
"Come along, Ben," said Bradley. "Let us see what this means. It may
be some countryman of ours who is in need of help."
The Chinaman trotted along in advance, and our two friends followed
him.
CHAPTER XXXII.
THE MOUNTAIN CABIN.
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