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"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."
At last I jumped up, full of remorse at my want of thought. "Mr Brooke the others?" I cried. "We were talking about 'em, sir, 'fore you woke up," said Jecks sadly; and I now saw that he had received a blow on the head, while he spoke slowly, and looked strange. "And what " "I'm afraid they're " "Allee dlowned; velly much 'flaid." I groaned.
Ye can gan back to them that sent you and axe 'em why they've nivver set foot on t' moor this yeer." "Mebbe they're thrang wi' their beasts and have no time to look after t' yowes." "Thrang wi' beasts, is it? Nay, they're thrang wi' t' devil, and are flaid to look an honest man i' t' face."
He was talking in a faint and feeble voice to Wilbur as she came up, and was trying to explain to him that he was sorry he had deserted the schooner during the scare in the bay. "Planty muchee solly," he said; "China boy, him heap flaid of Feng-shui. When Feng-shui no likee, we then must go chop-chop. Plenty much solly I leave-um schooner that night; solly plenty savvy?"
"Him flaid shark come back, catchum chop-chop." "Stand by here with a couple of cutting-in spades," cried Moran, "and fend off if you see any shark; now, then, are you ready, mate?" Wilbur took his determination in both hands, threw off his coat and sandals, and went over the stern rail. "Put your ear to the water," called Moran from above; "sometimes you can hear their flukes."
But me 'flaid Misler Wild allee samee git tee in um tlouble; me wantee helpee out." Wing did not care if he did go, for he thought he was perfectly able to take care of the camp. So when Hop said he thought Wild might be in trouble he nodded and retorted: "Allee light; my blother go if he wantee to. Me allee samee stay here, likee Misler Wild say." "Lat light, my blother.
If we begged for our lives they'd only serve us worse; so let 'em have it, and recollect that, if they kill us, the old Teasers'll come and burn their town about their ears." "'Fraid, Ching?" I whispered; for he and I were in front. "No 'flaid now," he whispered back. "Plenty flighten by and by."
A fine, quivering tremble was thrilling through every beam of the schooner, vibrating each rope like a harp-string. It passed away; but before either Wilbur or Moran could comment upon it recommenced, this time much more perceptibly. Charlie dashed aft, his queue flying. "W'at makum heap shake?" he shouted; "w'at for him shake? No savvy, no likee, pretty much heap flaid; aie-yah, aie-yah!"
I were boun to dig up t' pig an' bring him home afore t' mowdiewarps sud find him. But when I'd oppened coil-house door, what sud I see but a pair o' green eyes glowerin' at me out o' t' darkness. I were that flaid I didn't know what to do.
Heap flaid too much talkee-talkee. No stop; go fish now; go fish chop-chop. Los' heap time; go fish. I no savvy sail um boat, China boy no savvy sail um boat. I tink um you savvy plenty heap much disa bay. Boss number two, him no savvy sail um boat, but him savvy plenty many all same. "And we're to stop on board your dough-dish and navigate her for you?" shouted Moran, her face blazing.
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