"Sing he jes' hearee Mlaxon tellee Hornee 'bout NlumberThlirteen. How he makee him for Linee. Makee Lineemally him. Sing he know what kindee fleaks Mlaxon makee.Linee always good to aged Sing. Sing he been peekingthlu clack in wallee. See blig vlat where Thlirteen growing.

"Sing he takee you to Sing's shackee that night.Hide you till evlybody sleep. Then he sneak youin workee shop. Kickee over vlat. Leaves you.Nex' mlorning Mlaxon makee blig hulabaloo.Dance up and downee. Whoop! Thlirteen clome too soonee,but allight; him finee, perfec' man. Whoop!

"Anyway, you heap better for Linee than one Mlaxon's fleaks,"he concluded, turning toward Bulan.

"You are lying, you yellow devil," cried von Horn.

The Chinaman turned his shrewd, slant eyes malevolentlyupon the doctor.

"Sing lies?" he hissed. "Mabbeso Sing lies whenhe ask what for you glet Bludleen steal tleasure.But Lajah Saffir he come and spoil it all while youtly glet Linee to the ship--Sing knows.