Each was wondering what the meaning of what Ping had discovered, might be. "What then!" urged Mr. Lang. "Him clawl like a dog." "So you said," piped Emma Dean. "Me clawl like dog too. One timee me tlow can tlomatoes and hab hit piecee man on head." "You threw a can of tomatoes and hit him on the head?" nodded the guide, whereupon Emma Dean laughed, but no one paid the slightest heed to her.

He pointed forward to where, about five miles off the lee-bow, a great junk was slowly sailing in the same direction as we were. "Is that the one which passed us in the night?" I said. "Yes." "Why do you think she is a pirate?" "Ching tink why she no sail light away and not stop while man-o'-war clawl along velly slow. You tellee captain."

This having been done, Ping was led into camp and placed with his back against a rock where the light of the campfire lighted up his countenance. "Tell me what happened!" demanded the guide. "Big piecee man come 'long. Him clawl like dog. Him listen to what say." "To what we were saying!" interjected Grace. "Les. Him bad piecee man." Hi Lang and Grace exchanged glances of inquiry.