"You precious half-starved, mean-looking miserables, what are you kow-towing there for?"
"We want to see the Fanqui chief," chorussed the villagers.
"Do you? Well, he don't want to see you."
"But we will see him, we will see him, you man of the two faces! You no Chinese, no Fanqui, eater-of-women's-hearts."
"Who stole our bullocks?" screamed the women among the crowd.
"You shut up, or it will be worse for you, my pretty hens," retorted the ungallant pilot.
"Who stole our ducks?" yelled the children.
"Come," said the officer in charge of the boat, "what do they want? What's all the jabber about?"
"Him say him wantchee mi go way."