“No; allee velly wicked—velly bad men. Feel ’flaid stop all alone. ’Flaid see men again headee chop off. Pilate allee keep together. No come long time; Ching go find something good eat.”
“But if they come on the cliffs and look back, they might see you.”
“Yes; might see Ching flom velly long way topside lock chop. Then think—”
“Think, yes, of course.”
“Not allee same you think. See Ching? Yes; see John Chinaman in blue flock allee torn, long tow-chang; that’s all.”
I did not grasp his meaning for a moment.
“Oh, I see,” I cried at last; “you mean that if they did see you, they would think it was one of their own crew?”
“Yes; think one of own clew. But Ching not pilate.”
“Of course. Then there would be no risk. You shall go, but we must find some place where we can hide.”
“Mis’ Hellick help soon makee velly nicee place.”