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Kwaque queried back, taking for granted that it was an offer to exchange and wondering whether the little old cook had become enamoured of his precious jews' harp. "No changee for changee," Ah Moy answered. "You wanchee him, all right, can do." "How fashion can do?" Kwaque demanded, who to his beche-de-mer English was already adding pidgin English.
"American officer!" Johnny stifled a groan, as he slid back into hiding. "Wo Cheng!" he cautioned again in a whisper, "my wanchee you keep mouth shut; you savvy?" "O-o-ee," mumbled Wo Cheng, his hand on the latch. Johnny's jaw dropped, and he barely checked a gasp, as through his screen of furs he saw the man who now entered Wo Cheng's den of disguises.
Plitty young missy wanchee jade-stone." "Did she say she wanted it?" demanded Percival, with sudden interest. The boy grinned. "Oh, yes. Wanchee heap! No have got fifty dollar'. Master have got. Wanchee buy?" Percival tossed him the money and lay the pendant on the table. Then he resumed his pacing and his disturbed meditations.
"'Tis the way with boys.... Mine is getting so big I'm afraid he'll be going to war." Po Lun interrupted their further confidences. He rushed in breathless, unannounced. "Misstah Windham," he spoke to Benito. "One man wanchee see you quick in Chinatown.... He allee same plitty soon die. He say you sabe him. His name McTu'pin." McTURPIN TURNS INFORMER Benito stared, bewildered, at the Chinaman.
"Chin-chin, lilly pijjin," said my new friend, as he picked himself up from the deck and made his way back to his galley with the empty pannikin, whose contents I was glad to have swallowed before jumping out of the bunk, or else it would have been spilt in another fashion. "When you wanchee chow-chow you comee Ching Wang and he givee you first chop."
"Wo Cheng, you no savvy," answered Johnny, glancing about at the tiers of costumes which hung on either side of the wall. "Savvy! Savvy!" exclaimed Wo Cheng, bounding away to return with the uniform of an American private. "Officer, all same," he exclaimed. "No can do." "No good," said Johnny, starting up. "You no savvy. Mebby you no wanchee savvy. No wanchee uniform.
"Wo Cheng!" he whispered, "my wanchee you keep mouth shut. Allatime shut!" "O-o-ee," grunted the Chinaman. The next moment he had opened the door a crack. The squint eyes of the Chinaman surveyed the person without for a long time, so long, in fact, that Johnny began to wonder what sort of person the newcomer could be. Wo Cheng was keen of wit. To many he refused entrance.
"Wanchee Manchu coatt?" whispered an insidious voice at his elbow, and, looking down, he saw the enterprising lad with a pile of gorgeous silks over his arm and cupidity writ large in his narrow eyes. "No, no; go away!" commanded Percival. "Velly fine dragon coat. Him all same b'long mandarin. How much?" Percival turned away, but at every step was presented with another garment for inspection.
"Suppose 'm me fella no got 'm what you fella likee?" "No fashion changee," Ah Moy reiterated. "You wanchee, you likee he stop along you fella all right, my word."
"You goodee pijjin and chin chin when you comee," he only said, "and when you wanchee chow-chow, you comee Ching Wang and him gettee you chop chop!"
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