The Teaser was moored, and a couple of boats manned with well-armed crews, Ching looking on the while and cunningly shaking his head.
“No wantee big piecee sword gun. Pilate all lun away and hide.”
“Never mind,” said Mr Reardon, who was going in command of the expedition; “we may find somebody there disposed to fight.”
“Takee all along big empty boat; cally tea, silk, lice, plize-money?”
“Better see first,” said the captain; “there may not be anything worth carriage. Go with them,” he said to Ching. “They may want an interpleter.”
“Yes, Ching interpleter. Talk velly nice Inglis.”
“You can come if you like in my boat, Mr Herrick,” said the lieutenant; and I jumped at the opportunity, but before I reached the side I turned, and saw Barkins and Smith looking gloomily on.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” said Mr Reardon.
“Beg pardon, sir,” I said; “I was only thinking that Mr Barkins and Mr Smith would be very glad to go ashore.”
“Of course they would, but I suppose you don’t want to give up your place to them?”