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Updated: May 5, 2025
"Allee light," cried the man, brightening up, for he had looked disappointed, and he held out both hands for the promised pay. "Oh, come, wait a bit," I said. "We want you to take us and show us the shops." "No, no. Shop no good. Bess shop fancee shop, Ching." "Oh yes; but we want to see the others too, and the streets." "Stleet allee full dust allee full mud. No good."
"So they are," said Barkins. "But I say, Ching, are you a good sailor?" The Chinaman shook his head. "Ching velly good man, keep fancee shop. Ching not sailor." "He means, can you go to sea without being sick?" I said, laughing. He gave us a comical look. "Don'tee know. Velly nicee now. Big offlicer say jolly sailor take gleat care Ching, and give hammock go to sleep.
"And I suppose, as soon as we go away, they'll come out and attack the first merchantman that comes along the coast." "Yes," said Ching coolly; "cut allee boy float, settee fire junk, burnee ship." "Then what's to be done?" I said. "It's very disappointing." "Ching go back fancee shop; no catchee pilate, no plize-money." "Oh, but we shall drop upon them some day." "No dlop upon pilate.
"Row enough. Look here, this won't do. The Gnat's going below to see His Excellency Ching Baron fancee shop, and Knight of the Tow-chang, without putting on a clean shirt." "Go and report him to the captain. Why, worse and worse, he hasn't shaved!" "No, that he hasn't." "Well, I haven't got any razors like you fellows have," I retorted. "I say, Tanner, have you stropped yours up lately?
Then there was distant yelling and shouting, and the danger seemed to thicken. "Is it much farther, Ching?" cried Barkins. "Yes, velly long way," he replied. "No' got no levolvers?" "No, I wish I had." "Fine levolver bull-dog in fancee shop, and plenty cahtlidge. Walkee fast." We were walking backwards as fast as we could, and the danger increased.
"What shall you do when we are gone, Ching?" I said. "Open fancee shop again. Sell muchee tea, basket, shell, culios, fo' Inglis people. Glow tow-chang velly long. Wait till Mr Hellick come back with jolly sailo' boy, fight pilate." And with that understanding, which was doomed never to be fulfilled, we parted. For the next morning the men were singing "Huzza! we're homeward bou-ou-ound.
"He showed me when he was on board, through the little glass he wanted to sell you." "Why, you couldn't see through that cheap thing, could you?" "Yes, quite plain. It's just there, close to the warehouses, with a signboard out." "So it is," cried Smith, shading his eyes; and he read aloud from a red board with gilt letters thereon Ching Englis' spoken Interpret Fancee shop
"How should I know?" I replied. "That it wasn't proper for a gentleman in Queen Victolia's service to keep a fancee shop." "Murder! Look at that!" cried Smith. "Why, you yellow-skinned old Celestial, you were listening!"
These men seemed to look upon us as a kind of exhibition, as they pressed upon us in a semicircle; and I was beginning to think that we should end by being thrust off into the water, when there was a burst of angry shouting, a pair of arms began to swing about, and the owner of the "fancee shop," whose acquaintance we had made on board, forced his way to our side, turned his back upon us, and uttered, a few words which had the effect of making the crowd shrink back a little.
He went ashore yesterday and bought himself a new blue coat. Not a cotton one, but silk, real silk, my boy, and beckoned me to come and see it, beckoned with one of his long claws. He's letting his fingernails grow now, and getting to be quite a swell." "Oh yes; old Ching's getting quite the gentleman. He says he wrote home to his broker to sell the fancee shop. What do you think he said, Gnat?"
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