“Can’t do it, sir. Without me. Run!”
I put my hands in my pockets without a word, and then started, for a voice said—
“You think Ching lun away allee time?”
“Ching!” I cried, grasping his arm.
“Yes; no good. Can’t findee big hole to hide. Ching tumblee down off rock, and hurt him.”
“Much?” I said.
“Yes, plentee plentee. Time to go now. Pilate all come along this way.”
He passed his hand involuntarily straight round his neck edgewise, as if thinking about how a knife or sword would soon be applied.
“You saw them?” I cried.
“Yes,” he said sadly. “Allee come along. You lun away now with Ching?”