She slipped from the saddle and fell across the track.
CHAPTER XV
"A BOLT FROM THE BLUE"
1.
There was a peculiar, almost a foreboding silence about the camp that
morning when Laura returned from her early ride. The only living person to
be seen was the Chinaman, sitting on a stool in front of the wagon, with a
dish of potatoes between his knees.
"Say, where's every one?" Laura sung out, after she had looked into
Lenora's tent and found it empty.
The Chinaman continued to peel potatoes. He took no notice of the
question. Laura touched her horse with the whip and cantered over to his
side. At the last moment the animal swerved a little. The Chinaman, trying
to draw back hastily, let the bowl slip between his knees. He gazed at the
broken pieces of the dish in dismay.
"Never mind your silly potatoes!" Laura exclaimed. "Tell me where every
one's gone to, can't you?"
The Chinaman looked up at her malevolently. He rose and made a stealthy
movement forward. Laura backed her horse. The purpose which had gleamed
for a moment in the man's narrowed eyes seemed to fade away.
"All gone," he announced. "Cowboy gone workee. Missee gone hurry up find
Mr. Quest."
Laura hesitated, puzzled. Just then the Professor came cantering in with a
bundle of grass in his hand. He glanced down at the Chinaman.
"Good morning, Miss Laura!" he said. "You don't seem to be getting on with
our friend here," he added in an undertone. "If you would permit me to
offer you just a word of advice, it really doesn't pay to annoy these
Chinese too much.
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