The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1912-06-01
- All Lee Bung's Vacation =.

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cisco" replied Bung mechanically.
"Aw, no y don't" growled the
tramp, BLOCKING the exit with his
huge bulk. His yellow, apelike teeth
showed again. "Y' don't slope away
from me like dat! I'm yer boss now
see? ! need a Chink like you to cook
me Stun and do me woik while / loaf
around like a ton"
you clay! I go!" cried Bung, be
ginning to raise his voice.
None O. yer fluff now!" grunted
Mike, doubling his great paw under
Bung's affrighted nose IF y squeal
I'll croak ye."
Being of an unwarlike race, Bung
was bravest in retreat Giving tongue
to a Cantonese college yell he
suddenly lowered his head and col
lided with Mike amidships,-a dis
astrous move, for a moment later the
gigantic tramp had clutched the China
man by the slack of his breeches and
was shaking him, head down, like a
sack Of wheat. And, like a shaken
/ sack, Bung gave up his treasures. 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.
"KaleC' exclaimed the tramp, and
every tramp knows "kale" 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-I got no
mo! l velly poor!"
"Quicher kiddin'!' said Mike, again
reversing Bung and shaking him hope
fully, 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. Putting
from his exertions, the tramp also sat
down.
"Ye're proper stiff" said the hobo
contemptuously "tryin' to beat it from
! your pail T'ink I'm goin to let yez
hike all over de country snitchin' on
what | told We? Nix Chino! Ye tray
ell wit me for awhile-see? Some
day, when we're fickin' ride off'n de
railroad, I'll shove yez out on de Mo-
jave desert an let We walk, home
Bung, thoroughly subdued, resumed
>. his poker face and thought hard. It
was evident to him that the tramp,
e aside from fancying the idea of having
/ Chinaman to cook for and wait upon
. him, had another motive in keeping
: him captive. He had been talking in
discreetly of his crimes in the Santa
t Clara Valley, and he no doubt realized
4 that Bung would at once spread The
. alarm, should he escape. In the words
4 of the villain In the thirty-cent melo
t drama, Bung knew too much"
Where dye come from?" asked
e Mike, as soon as he recovered mis-
d breath.
= "Saclimento,' lied Bung promptly.
D Know any henroosts round here?
e inquired the tramp.
l. 81 sabe one" said Bung, jumping al
e sudden inspiration. You like me
n show you?"
= "On de leveT?"
= ooh. ve1ly lebel--look-see" Bune
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.
g "Yestday," said Bung, 81 walkee
:, walkee through that place, What I see
there?"
t Cough up" commanded the hobo.
1 "Chickee!" whispered Bung dra
t matically.
Lots of 'em?"
ooh, two, thTee, hunder, Heap fat
i heap happy chickees"
Htt' llulltlNu que hNiA piAN'N'
rising to the bait as Captain kidd
| might have done to the lure of treas
d ure ships 1.-TWO or three hundred"
PLENTY heaps" exclaimed Bung, in
dicating by a gesture broad acres o
clucking beauties. "Muchee many
, Shanghai, Plymly Rock, Ieggyhorn-
4 all kind chickee! Heap big, heap soft
e UNI" He made mouth suggestive o
i divine fricassee.
The big tramp looked long and Low
=. ingly at the yellow lights in the ad
jacent farm.
"Mkee," said Bung with an expires
sion of infinite cunning, you likee m,
show you them chickee?"
Bungs vacation was the topic of thu
. evening when the divers were gath
!" cred round the lamp in the main room
g 81 wonder did he get a good plac
to sleep tonight" unused Mrs. Olive
who was embroidering Persian design