“Oh yes; but we want to see the others too, and the streets.”
“Stleet allee full dust—allee full mud. No good.”
“Never mind,” said Barkins; “we want to see them, and the temples and mandarins’ houses.”
“Pliest shut up temple. Want muchee money. Mandalin call soldier man muchee, put all in plison. No good.”
“They’d better,” cried Smith; “why, the captain would blow all the place down with his big guns.”
“No blow Ching fancee shop down. Englis’ spoken. Good fliend.”
“Look here, Ching. Shut up shop, and come and take us all round the town to see everything, and we’ll each give you a dollar.”
“Thlee dollar?” cried the man, holding his head on one side, and raising three fingers.
“Yes,” we cried, and once more his hand went out.
“What can’t you trust us?” cried Smith.