“Oh, he is, is he?”
“Yes, velly muchee glad, and send lettee.”
“Yes, you said so.”
“Allee ’bout pilates.”
He took a piece of paper from somewhere and handed it to me.
“You no lead lettee?”
I shook my head as I glanced at the queer Chinese characters.
“No; what does he say about the pirates?”
“Say two muchee big junk in river going to sail, catchee tea-ship, lice-ship, silkee-ship.”
“Going to sail from here?” I cried.