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Updated: May 10, 2025
I wouldn't be Tom Jecks for all the world, I muttered, and then I turned cold and shuddered, as the hope, faint though it was, of Ching being picked up went out like one of the lights that now disappeared; for Captain Thwaites said sadly "I'm afraid we must recall the boats, Mr Reardon." "Yes, sir," said the lieutenant in a husky voice.
"`In the days when we went gipsying, a long time ago," chorussed the others musically. "Steady there," I said. "Silence." "Beg pardon, sir," said one of the men; and Tom Jecks chuckled. "But it do, sir," he said.
"Feel muchee better?" I did not answer, only squeezed his hand, and turned to see how Tom Jecks was, but he did not seem to have stirred, and we then ate sparingly of our biscuits, and drank more sparingly of the water. "Must be velly careful," Ching said again; "no get more till pilate gone 'way." That day went by like a portion of some feverish dream.
"Thank goodness, Reardon," I heard the captain say; and directly after, as I was passing, Tom Jecks' voice was heard in the midst of a group of the Jacks. "Say, messmate," he said, "fancy, stripped and fists only, how many Chinese could you polish off?" "Dunno," said a voice, which I knew to be that of Billy Wakes, a big manly-looking young Plymouth fellow.
"What's he talking about?" said Smith. "What do you mean?" "They're will-o'-the-wispy sort o' boats, sir," replied Jecks. "Don't you see how they keep dodging on us? Just now they was in easy shot, now they're two mile away. What does that mean?" "Physical conformation of the road," said Smith importantly. "Oh, is it, sir?" said Jecks, scratching his head, with a dry smile on his face.
I knew why he spoke, for, though half-asleep the moment before, I was conscious of a low, guttural snore. "Can't see, sir," came from one of the men. "Think it's Mr Ching." "No; Ching never makee nose talk when he s'eep," said the Chinaman, and as he spoke the sound rose once more. "Here, hi, messmate, rouse up!" said the man who had before spoken. "Eh? tumble-up? our watch?" growled Tom Jecks.
"Then why not let us pull ashore, sir, and get a drink at one o' them Chinee imitation grog-shops yonder?" "Because it would be a breach of discipline, my man," I said, trying to speak very sternly. "I should look nice if the captain came back and found me with the boat and no men." "Hark at that now!" cried Jecks.
"No, no!" cried Ching, who was excited and alarmed, and who now began chattering in his own tongue, all pang ang nong wong ong, and a series of guttural sounds, while I could do nothing for laughing, but had to stand like a post for Ching to dodge behind. "Why don't you stand by, messmate?" growled Tom Jecks. "You can't go through life with that there tin-kettle tied to your tail.
No get head chop off for killee sailo'. Allee bad pilate allee dlowned." "Hold hard there, sir," whispered Tom Jecks. "I can hear people talking. Quick! squat, hide; there's a lot on 'em coming down off the cliff."
For he hauled out his knife by the lanyard, opened the blade with his teeth, and took a step forward, but Ching held the canister behind him and dodged round me. "Steady, my lad," growled Tom Jecks, "it arn't a operation. Stand by." "No, no, no!" shrieked Ching. "Steady, my lad, I'll soon have it off. I won't cut down to the bone."
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