"I wish that 'twere for always."
"What can Digger Dan want of me," she evaded, thankful for the darkness
which hid her blushes. "Rand, hear the wolves howling!"
"They are only coyotes, dear - Miss Joe, and afraid to venture into town
except to the chicken roosts."
"Why, it's Hop Sing!" exclaimed Jo, upon first sight of the prisoner.
"They've cut off half his queue and braided his hair in two pig tails,
and put different clothes on him, and he does look like an Indian. How
very extraordinary!"
"Kethem Digger Dan cloe," blazed Sing.
"That's a likely tale," said the sheriff, "betcha he knows more about
stage robbin' than he'll let out."
"I am sure he does not about this one. He was with me every moment."
Nevertheless, she could not help remembering the substitute Chinaman
whom Sing had put in to do his washing. But, though the complex Oriental
nature will never be quite understood by the Occidental, she had
confidence in the loyalty of the Chinaman, who had served them for five
years, and whose life had once been saved by her father.
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