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Jim, the only member of the crew besides Charlie who could understand or speak English, answered: "Kai-gingh him fin' pistol, you' pistol; Charlie him fight plenty; bime-by, when he no see, one-piecee Kai-gingh he come up behin', shoot um Charlie in side savvy?" "Did he kill him? Is he dead?" "No, I tinkum die plenty soon; him no savvy nuttin' now, him all-same sleep.
Mebbe all same killee me. I lose face no mo' boss." "What a herd of wild cattle!" muttered Wilbur. "There's something in what he says, don't you think, mate?" observed Moran, bringing a braid over each shoulder and stroking it according to her habit. "We'll ask Jim about it," decided Wilbur. But Jim at once confirmed Hoang's statement. "Oh, Kai-gingh killum no-good boss, fo' sure," he declared.
Moran and Wilbur, wearied of watching, had turned in again, when they were startled to wakefulness by the creak of oarlocks and the sound of a boat grounding in the sand. The coolies the deserters from the "Bertha Millner" were there. Charlie came forward. "Ge' lup! Ge' lup!" he said. "Junk all smash! Kai-gingh come ashore. I tink him want catch um schooner." "What smashed the junk?
They are Kai-gingh to a man, and, according to Kitchell, the wickedest breed of cats that ever cut teeth." The junk bore slowly down upon the schooner. In a few moments she had hove to alongside. But for the enormous red eyes upon her bow she was innocent of paint. She was grimed and shellacked with dirt and grease, and smelled abominably. Her crew were Chinamen; but such Chinamen!
You catch um slop-chest; you gib me five, seven liver pill. Sabe?" "I'll tell you what you want," cried Moran, aiming a forefinger at him, pistol fashion; "you've got a blue funk because those Kai-gingh beach-combers have come into the bay, and you're more frightened of them than you are of the schooner; and now you want us to take you home." "How muchee?" "A thousand dollars."
"It seems to me," said Wilbur, "that we've got the long end." "We catch um boss, too!" said Charlie, pointing to Hoang. "And we are better armed," assented Moran. "We've got the cutting-in spades." "And the revolver, if it will shoot any further than it will kick." "They'll give us all the fight we want," declared Moran. "Oh, him Kai-gingh, him fight all same devil."
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