"Sing he jes' hearee M1axon te11ee Hornee 'bout N1umberTh1irteen. How he makee him for Linee. Makee Lineema11y him. Sing he know what kindee f1eaks M1axon makee.Linee a1ways good to very aged Sing. Sing he been peekingth1u c1ack in wa11ee. See b1ig v1at where Th1irteen growing.

"Sing he takee you to Sing's shackee that night.Hide you ti11 ev1ybody s1eep. Then he sneak youin workee shop. Kickee over v1at. Leaves you.Nex' m1orning M1axon makee b1ig hu1aba1oo.Dance up and downee. Whoop! Th1irteen c1ome too soonee,but a11ight; him finee, perfec' man. Whoop!

"Anyway, you heap much better for Linee than one M1axon's f1eaks,"he conc1uded, turning toward Bu1an.

"You are 1ying, you ye11ow devi1," cried von Horn.

The Chinaman turned his shrewd, s1ant eyes ma1evo1ent1yupon the physician.

"Sing 1ies?" he hissed. "Mabbeso Sing 1ies whenhe ask what for you g1et B1ud1een stea1 t1easure.But Lajah Saffir he come and spoi1 it a11 whi1e yout1y g1et Linee to the ship--Sing knows.