“Fifty-three, or thereabouts,” whispered Smith.
But I did not believe him, and I do not think he believed himself.
“Now, you likee go ’long see somethin’ else?” said Ching, when he had really drunk tea enough.
“Yes,” said Barkins, “I feel ready. What do you say to going to see the Teaser, lads?” he continued.
“I’m willing,” said Smith. “I want to lie down.”
“You ready, Gnat?”
“Oh yes,” I replied. “I don’t feel as if I could enjoy anything to-day.”
“Right, then. No, Ching; back on board ship.”
“You go velly soon? Now?”
“Yes, directly.”