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Updated: May 5, 2025
"Yes," said Ching very quietly; "p'laps plenty mud up there. Go see." "And while we are up a side branch of the river, they may come down the main stream and escape." Ching shook his head. "Fliend say pilate junk hide up liver in cleek." "Yes, but " "Wait lit' bit," said Ching, with a cunning look. "Go up lit' way, shoot birds, and no lit' boat come after, no pilate fliend.
"Why do you say that?" "No pointee no look. I tell you," said the Chinaman, taking up and pretending to examine the mottled brown wing of the goose he opened out. "Boat come behind, pilate fliend come see which way we go." "Yes, I'm sure you are right," said Mr Brooke, taking up another of the birds; "and if I'm not very much mistaken, that other boat you see ahead has his eye upon us."
I followed his example, and Ching smiled. "Velly good thing," he said. "Now pilate fliend, see jolly sailor boy, and say Come killee duck-bird, goose-bird to make nicee dinner, not come catchee catchee pilate." "You hear what this man says, my lads?" said the young lieutenant, addressing the men. "Ay, ay, sir." "Then you understand now that we have not only come up to shoot?" "Ay, ay, sir."
"Aw, too bad!" breathed Woo Chong and slipped quietly away; but after a while he came back. "Too bad!" he repeated. "You my fliend, Misse' Jones." And he laid five dollars by his hand. "Ah, no, no!" protested Rimrock, rising up from his place as if he had suffered a blow. "No money, Woo. You give me my grub and that's enough I haven't got down to that!"
Not velly wet now. Captain velly closs Ching tumb' overboard?" "No, he hasn't said anything." "Ching velly glad. You go tell captain something?" "What about?" I said. "Ching get lettee flom fliend." "That's right," I said. "How is he?" "Velly glad you catchee pilate." "Oh, he is, is he?" "Yes, velly muchee glad, and send lettee." "Yes, you said so." "Allee 'bout pilates."
Great as was the faith which I reposed in my make-up, a doubt and a tremor disturbed me now, as I found myself thus scrutinized by those cunning old eyes looking out from the mask-like, apish face. For the first time the Chinaman spoke. "You blinger fliend, Charlie?" he squeaked in a thin, piping voice. "Him play piecee card," replied Fletcher briefly. "Good fellow, plenty much money."
He may or may not have known what rumors there were, but wanting the good-will of all influential residents in his widening scheme for money-making, he tried to soften the asperities of the interchange: "Wa'ss mallah, Mis' Le'llyn?" he asked. "Ev'ybody fliend fo' you. Nobody makee tlouble fo' you 'bout Davie.
They'll go through here like a twelve-inch shot." "You alle same tell cop?" grinned Chow, green hatred showing through his skin. "Then I tell evelybody about you fliend in there." "Do just as you please about that," retorted Dave with pretended carelessness. "For one thing, you don't know his name." "Oh, yes, I do," swaggered Chow impudently. "Know heap 'bout him. His name alle same Pen'ton."
A large, dark-faced native seemed to be their leader, and seeing the boys now ready to defend themselves, he shifted his gun to his left hand and held out his right with a smile, continuing his broken English. "Good mans me," he said. "You good mans. Plenty fliend, all light, all light, all light!"
He said they might watch him and get him sent back to Japan, where he belongs to a political palty who are always beheaded when they are caught. So when you come, I think, 'Hello, he wants to find Ooma! I lite Ooma a letter, and he lite me to send Mrs. Jilo, dlessed in man's clothes, to tell him evelything. I did that to save my fliend." "Have you Ooma's letter?" "Yes; hele it is."
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