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Me comee out chicken house getee eggs fo' bleakfast. I cally gun, shotee plenty wolf all samee Mliss Stella say." "But this is not a wolf." "All samee wolf. I open chicken house do'. I see wolf. Plenty glowl at Song. I no likee gun. Shutee my eye. Pull tligger, an' gun goee off. All samee wolf no mo' glowlee, him yellee like thundeh. When smokee blow way wolf gonee, all samee man comee.
The eye of Sin Sin Wa glanced sideways at him. "Well, Sin Sin," said Sir Lucien, dropping a match and extinguishing it under his foot, "you see I am not smoking tonight." "No smokee," murmured the Chinaman. "Velly good stuff." "Yes, the stuff is all right, Sin." "Number one proper," crooned Sin Sin Wa, and relapsed into smiling silence. "Number one p'lice," croaked the raven sleepily.
An hour later, Ching Wang, who had gone into the bows to look out, leaving me at the tiller, suddenly called out: "Hi, lilly pijjin!" he shouted, gesticulating and showing more excitement than he had ever displayed before, his disposition generally being phlegmatic in the extreme. "One big smokee go long. Me see three piecee bamboo walkee, chop chop!"
"Been havin' a pipe, Sin?" he asked, winking at his companion. "I can smell something like opium!" "No smokee opium," murmured Sin Sin Wa complacently. "Smokee Woodbine." "Ho, ho!" laughed the other constable. "I don't think." "You likee tly one piecee pipee one time?" inquired the Chinaman. "Gotchee fliend makee smokee." The man who had poked the fire slapped his companion on the back.
"Don't you come none of it wi' me!" roared Smith, in a voice of amazing gruffness, and shook an artificially dirtied fist under the Chinaman's nose. "Get inside and gimme an' my mate a couple o' pipes. Smokee pipe, you yellow scum savvy?" My friend bent forward and glared into the other's eyes with a vindictiveness that amazed me, unfamiliar as I was with this form of gentle persuasion.
Only the never-ending whisperings of gathered groups here and there and sometimes the clink of coin where some game was in progress. The curtain before his bunk was drawn suddenly aside and Larry the Bat's fingers, where his hand was carelessly hidden by his body tightened upon his automatic. "Smokee some more?" The fingers relaxed. It was only Sam Wah, one of the attendants.
Then, just when he was beginning to be frightened, she would come back and tell him her small adventure whatever it might prove to be. Cautiously she moved to the door, which the girl as cautiously opened wider. Then, in a second, she was out in the dusky passageway, beside her smiling guide. "Mellican gell see ole Chineseman smokee opum pipe?" the girl asked.
Chok-foo took the destruction of his pipe and the rough collaring that followed in good part, protesting, in an extraordinary jargon, which is styled Pidgin-English, that he had only meant to have a "Very littee smokee," not being able, just then, to resist the temptation.
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