A week since I
slipped from a rock and sprained my ankle severely-so much so that I
can't use it safely. I've often heard that a sprain is worse than a
break, but I never realized it till now."
"Has the Chinaman taken care of you?" inquired Bradley.
"Yes; I don't know what I should have done without Ki Sing," said
Dewey, with a grateful glance at the Chinaman.
"Was he with you when the accident hapened?"
"No; I lay helpless on the hillside for two hours, when,
providentially, as I shall always consider it, my friend Ki Sing
came along."
The Chinaman usually impassive face seemed to light up with pleasure
when Richard Dewey spoke of him as his friend.
"I tell you what, Ki Sing," said Bradley, turning to the
representative of China, "I never thought much of your people
before, but I cheerfully admit that you're a brick."
"A blick!" repeated the Mongolian, appearing more puzzled than
complimented.
"Yes, a brick-a real good fellow, and no mistake! Give us your hand!
You're a gentleman!"
Ki Sing readily yielded his hand to the grasp of the miner. He saw
that Bradley meant to be friendly, though he did not altogether
understand him.
"Had you ever met Ki Sing, Dick?" asked Bradley.
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