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"Begin to be velly solly for poor Mis' Hellick. Pilate say, `Heah good place, make hole s'eep in. 'Nothee pilate say, `Big fool; allee wet damp; wildee beast live in hole, and allee 'tink. Come back, makee better place." It was a narrow escape, and it was long enough before my heart calmed down, left off throbbing, and I fell asleep.
Mr Hellick make laugh. Dog not got tow-chang." "No," I said, trying very hard to get the pot off, "but dogs have got tails." "Yes, got tails. Don't tellee, make no good. Didn't hurt Ching." "But it's an insult to you," I said. "Any one would think they were a pack of boys." "Yes, jolly sailor boy. You no makee come off?" "No," I said.
"Oh deah me!" said Ching in his most squeaky tones, "I velly hungly. You like nicee bleakfast, Mis' Hellick?" "Don't speak to me as if I were a baby, Ching," I cried angrily. "No; speak like to offlicer, Mr Hellick. You likee bleakfast something good eat?"
"Then lose no time; go." "No; Ching velly tire, velly hot; wantee bleakfast, flesh tea, nicee new blead. Too hot to lun." "But I want you to save yourself," I said excitedly. "Yes; allee save evelybody, alleegether. Ching won't go leave Mr Hellick." "Ching!" I cried. "Hush! No makee low. Lie down likee lit' pigee in sand. Pilate come along."
But Ching not pilate." "Of course. Then there would be no risk. You shall go, but we must find some place where we can hide." "Mis' Hellick help soon makee velly nicee place." "Wait a minute," I said. "Couldn't we climb up on the cliff like you did?" "Yes, Mr Hellick climb, but no cally jolly sailor boy, Tom Jeck, allee way." "No; we must make a place here if we cannot find one."
"Mister Hellick! Mister Hellick!" "Ching!" I cried, leaning over as far as I could reach, and gazing down at the water. "Help! help!" I shouted. "Here he is!" Mr Brooke ran to me. "What do you mean, my lad?" "He's down here," I cried, "clinging to the chains." "Nonsense! the boats would have seen him." "But he is," I cried. "He has just called me. Below there! Ching!" "Yes; help!
"Don't know, Mr Hellick; look velly bad?" "Horrible absurd; every one will laugh at you." "Yes, velly bad. Ching put it in pocket." "Oh, you're there, are you?" I cried, as Tom Jecks came cautiously on deck. "I should have thought that a man of your years would have known better than to help torment this poor Chinaman." "Not velly poor," he whispered. "Ching got fancee shop.
To my great joy, I saw with them those whom we had mourned as drowned, while the next minute Mr Brooke had me by the hands, and I heard a strange gulping noise, ending in quite a howl. I looked sharply round, and saw Ching seated on the sand, wiping his eyes with his sleeves. "What's the matter, Ching hurt?" I asked. "No, not hurt, Mis' Hellick; Ching so velly glad."
"You no get up, lun?" he said. "Can't do it, mate," groaned the poor fellow. "I want Mr Herrick to make a dash for his life." "Yes, velly good. You makee dashee you life, Mr Hellick." "No, I stay here. Run for it, Ching; and if you escape and see the captain or Mr Reardon again, tell him we all did our duty, and how Mr Brooke was drowned." "Yes, Ching tellee Mr Leardon evelyting."
I'll get you some breakfast and see what's to be done." Then she came back. "They were all right when you left them? The young lady, too?" she queried, anxiously. "Yes, they all light. Both them ladies all light." "Both! Who's the other?" demanded Mrs. Van Zandt, instantly. "Mr. Hellick got flend Mrs. Conlad," said Li, wearily. "She come day before yest'day from Mexico City. Mr.
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