"Oh deah me!" said Ching in his most squeaky tones, "I velly hungly.
You like nicee bleakfast, Mis' Hellick?"
"Don't speak to me as if I were a baby, Ching," I cried angrily.
"No; speak like to offlicer, Mr Hellick. You likee bleakfast--
something good eat?"
"I hadn't thought of it before, Ching," I said, feeling rather ashamed
of my angry tone; "but I am faint, and I suppose that is through being
hungry."
"Yes; Ching go down among locks and sand, see if he find something eat."
"No, no," I cried excitedly; "it would be madness."
"Eh? you tinkee Ching mad?" he said, with a smile.
"Oh no; but you would meet some of the pirates."
"No; allee gone 'long shore. Not come back long time."
"But it is too risky. Perhaps some of the wretches are waiting."
"No; allee velly wicked--velly bad men. Feel 'flaid stop all alone.
'Flaid see men again headee chop off. Pilate allee keep together. No
come long time; Ching go find something good eat."
"But if they come on the cliffs and look back, they might see you."
"Yes; might see Ching flom velly long way topside lock chop. Then
think--"
"Think, yes, of course."
"Not allee same you think. See Ching? Yes; see John Chinaman in blue
flock allee torn, long tow-chang; that's all."