"Potato mos done," he said; "Lamb chop now sizzle. Pretty soon too much cook."
"Never mind," said Dick impatiently; "I'll take the consequences. Go ahead."
The man wiped his hands but still hesitated. "I think bime-by all right?" he questioned.
"No! Right now!" asseverated Dick. "Go on, do as I say."
The man continued to rub the towel through his hands. "Over there," he said, "they got plenty big police dog."
"Nonsense!" said Dick. "It's chained up. It must be; it always barks from the same place."
"Ye-es," said Moto solemnly; "and hook right here by kitchen door;" and he put his hand on his own door-frame.
"Well, nobody'd let it loose."
"No? You don know that pa-ke Fong. I think he let loose all right."
"Are you afraid?" asked Dick scathingly.
"Also," went on the Japanese, "you hear something now?" and he lifted his finger.
"Just a little pounding. What then?"
"Pa-ke he make chop-chop, this way;" and Moto picked up two knives and beat a tatoo upon the table with them alternately. "But he got more big knife, very big knife. I know."
Dick flung away from the door and out into the garden, down the walk and through the break in the
