"Cached away up on the mountain, I suppose, where the others are."
"Sir!" thundered Rand, "I have brought in, the bandits, as I promised,
to clear my own namen - all but Digger Dan, who escaped. When I say that
I do not know what happened to the box, you will please understand that
- "
"Here comes Digger Dan now, carrying something."
"No Indian ever carried anything in baskets slung on a pole!"
"Hel-lo, Missie Jo, how you do?" blandly remarked Digger Dan's double.
"Hop Sing!"
"Ketchem Missa Land's money, nis bas-a-kit."
"What's in the other one.
"Nat one, lock (rock). Makern heap easy carry-em."
"Where did you get the box?"
"You savvey place him horse get scare; him wagon, he fa' over top-side
down. Him money, he fa' out. Him stop place snow melt away by heap big
tlee tlunk. Me see. Missa Land, I know he like. I ketchem."
When Rand took Jo home they were met by a smiling Sing in a snowy white
apron.
"Where's the other boy?" asked Jo.
"Him boy? I tellum get out quick, or I killum, sure!"
"Ah Sing, how can I ever thank you for all the six months you've spent
in the brush?"
"He all-li, Massa Land.
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