“Yes, walkee shore.”
“But if I set you ashore amongst that howling mob, they’ll cut you to pieces.”
“Ching ’flaid so. Allee bad man. Wantee kill young offlicer.”
“And he fought for us, Mr Brown, like a brick,” said Barkins.
“Then we must take him aboard for the present.”
“Yes, go ’board, please,” said Ching plaintively. “Not my sword—b’long mandalin man.”
“Let’s see where you’re wounded,” said the officer, as the men rowed steadily back towards the Teaser.
“I—I don’t think I’m wounded,” I panted, “but it hurts me rather to breathe.”
“Why, I saw one of the brutes cut you down with his big sword,” cried Smith.
“Yes,” I said, “I felt it, but, but—yes, of course: it hit me here.”