Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-05-12

yellow. apelke teeth showed again ~
don't slope away from me like dat! I'm yer
boss now-see? | need Chink like you to
cook me slum and do me woik while | loaf
around like a toff.
you Clay. | 60" cried Bung, beginning
to raise his voice.
"None o yer fluff now!' grunted Mike,
doubling his great paw under Bung's af-
frighted nose. If V squeal I'll croak We"
Being of an unwarlike race, Bung was
bravest in retreat. Giving tongue to Can
tonese college YELL he suddenly lowered his
head and collided with Mike amidships,-a
disastrous move, for a moment later the
gigantic tramp had clutched the Chinaman
BY the slack of his breeches and was shaking
him. head down, like a sack of wheat. And,
like shaken sack, Bung gave up his treas
ures. First his store of hand-rolled cigarettes
slid from his pockets, then something bright
and golden which clinked upon the pebbles
and lay shining by the fire.
"Kalel" exclaimed the tramp, and every
tramp knows "kale7 means money "A
yellow boy!" He picked up the ten-dollar
piece and put it in his pocket. Say, got any
more?"
"Ah, nope Mist Hobo got no mo-! l
velly poor
"Ouicher kiddin'l" said Mike. again re-
versing Bung and shaking him hopefully, as
though he had been the purse OF Fortunatus,
capable of giving up coins indefinitely. The
exercise being somewhat too violent for one
of Mikes temperament he soon desisted and
set Bung down upon the sand. Pufhng from
his exertions, the tramp also sat down.
"Ye're proper stiff, said the hobo con-
temptuously, atrvin' to beat it from your
pal. T'ink I'm goin' to let yez hike all over
de country snitchin' on what | told ye?
Nix, Chinol We travel wit me for awhile
see? Some day, when we're f1ickin' a ride
off'n de railroad, III shove yez out on de
Mojave desert an let Y walk home.
pUNG, thoroughly subdued, resumed his
- poker face and thought hard. 1t was
evident to him that the tramp, aside from
fancying the idea of having a Chinaman to
cook for and wait upon him, had another
motive in keeping him captive. He had
been talking indiscreetly of his crimes in the
Santa Clara Valley, and he no doubt realized
that Bung would at once spread the alarm,
should he escape. In the words of the villain
IN the thirty-cent melodrama, Bung knew
too much
@Where dye come from?" asked Mike, as
soon as he recovered his breath
"Sacimento, lied Bung promptly.
@Know any henroosts round heTe!" in
quired the tramp.
JIG, oeiid @ = o0N.
den inspiration. "You like me show you?"
"On de level9'
"Oh, velly Textbook Bung plucked
Mike by the sleeve and led him to the top
of the bridge, where the lights of the Oliver
ranch were fully in view.
"Yest day." said Bung, al walkee- walkee
through that place What see there
Cough up!" commanded the hobo.
4Chickee!' whispered Bung dramatically.
"Lots of emu
ooh, two, thlee, hunder. Heap fat, heap
happy chickees.'
"Geel" muttered the hen pirate, rising to
the bait as Captain Kidd might have done
TO the lure of treasure ships. 1.-TWO or three
hundred
"Plenty heaps!7 exclaimed Bung, indicat-
ing by gesture broad acres of clucking
beauties "Muchee many Shanghai, Plymly
Rock, Leggyhorn- all kind chickee! Heap
big, heap soft UNI" He made mouth sug-
gestive of divine fricassee.
The big tramp looked long and lovingly at
the yellow lights in the adjacent farm.
"Mikee,' said Bung with an expression
of infinite cunning, @you hkee me show you
them CHECKER
RUNG'S vacation was the topic of the
- evening when the divers were gathered