“There, Mr Herrick,” he said; “do you call that horrible? because I call it grand. If those three ill-looking scoundrels had been left another hour they would have died. Now, with their hardy constitutions, they will rapidly get well, perhaps escape and begin pirating again. Possibly, when we give them up—oh my knees! how hard that deck is!—the authorities will—”
“Chop off all head. Velly bad men—velly bad men indeed.”
The doctor laughed, and hurried away while the last prisoner was carried down below.
“There,” said the boatswain, when all was over, “that job’s done, Mr Herrick. Nice fellows your countrymen, Ching.”
“Not allee nice fellow,” replied Ching seriously. “Pilate velly bad man. No use. Why captain save him up?”
“Ah, that’s a question you had better ask him. But I say, Ching, those fellows came up here with cargo, didn’t they?”
“Calgo?” said Ching.
“Yes; plunder out of the ships they took.”
“Yes,” said Ching.
“Then where is it? There was none on board the junks.”