Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-06-16

Tommy conducted the procession of in
| quisitors over to Bung's cottage.
Loco molnin' Sam Lem!" exclaimed Bung,
- who was sitting on the tiny stoop of
his shack smiling affably on the deputies
"You come catchee me this molnin'?'
ave amt here to josh, said Lemuel,
looking as grim as possible.
"We're 1ookin' for a Chinaman,' said
Samuel "We're 1ookin' for Chinaman by
the name of John Doe
"Heap plenty Chinaman that name, sug
gested Bung shrewdly.
"This Chinaman is described as medium
height, dark eyes, sallow complexion
"Pigtail, mebbe?' inquired Bung inno-
Gently.
"Guess he's tryin' to act comic, said Dep
uty United States Marshal Lemuel (twln)
Short to his brother Samuel. "We'd better
search his shack
| Bung sat on his tiny stoop and smiled as
| though his thoughts were far away and
pleasantly located The sleuths entered and
went through his belongings. There was
| little to search, other than bed and an an
| tique steamer trunk. Lem crawled under
| the house, while Sam searched the roof with
long pole.
"Now, look here, you Chink!" said Sam
peevishly, having just slid off the roof and
barked his knuckles severely. II think
y'know more'n you'll tell. If you 60 on
keepin' information up your sleeve, we'll pull
you as evidence
aBut if you'll give us a tip ieadin' to the
arrest and conviction o this John Doe,
| there's twenty-five dollars in it for you, said
Lem, crawling out from under the house
just then.
@Twenty-f' dollaho' said Bung, suddenly
| looking very pleased.
ayes, Sir, twenty-five dollars cash.
| @I tell said Bung slyly. He rose and
drew the Short twins secretively aside. "This
China-boy you look-see, was he all-time
dless in fou' sack, lookee heap clazyo'
THAT him." said Lem and Sam, both in
the same breath. @Where dye see him?
When was it?'
"Yes'day molnin' bout TO clock see him.
He look velly Clay, fou' sack coat, fou sack
pant-all same Sanity Claus. l say, Where
you go?' He say, I go top-si' mountain,
make hide-away.' Then he lun heap fast
that way Bung pointed in the general di-
rection of the Coast Range.
| Lernuel thrust his hands in his pockets and
uttered complicated litany of oaths. "He's
got a days lead on us, he said. If he ever
gets into the chaparral up there, he nights
we'll be back in China, for all we'll see of him!
Last year we had Chink duck into them
woods-he's there'yet, guess.
"This Chink was pretty weak, said Sam
uel hopefully. 1--WE may beat him to it yet,
if we get hustle on
"Yep. He velly weak. He maybe die be-
TO he got there, said the affable Bung.
Better telegraph Riley to head him off
at
@Quit yer gassin' and come on shouted
the masterful Lem, dragging his double to
the Balm wagon.
ooh, say When you payee me twen'y-h'
dollah?' cried Bung, in apparent consterna
ton.
4Wait till we git the Chink, yelled Sam
uel as the Balm wagon Numbered nightly
down the road.
"Ah gee! mebbe that be longtime by-by,'
said Bung rehectively, resuming his seat on
the little stoop.
V/HEN the noise of the wheels had died
" away, Judge Oliver, looking very seri-
Gus, came back to where his yellow servitor
still sat "Bung,' he said, "where are you
hiding that Chinaman?'
Bung looked steadily at his master, who
returned the stare without twinkle of hui
NOR. Judge Olivah,' he said at last, Il lie
to them Unity States catch-men. All China
boy lie to them. But | can no lie to you. |
fetchee him.
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