“Captain say, Ching takee care allee men, and show himself evelywhere.”
“Yes, of course,” I said. “Yes. You wanted to say something?”
“Yes, Ching want say something.”
“Well, what is it? Quick, I must go.”
“Ching want you tell sailor boy be velly careful. Take care of Ching when pilate come.”
“All right,” I said; “but they haven’t come yet.”
“Think big junk pilate.”
“Which one? where?” I said.
He pointed forward to where, about five miles off the lee-bow, a great junk was slowly sailing in the same direction as we were.
“Is that the one which passed us in the night?” I said.