“Some other time, Ching,” I said. “But I say, how about the fancy shop?”
“Allee light. Ching go back.”
“And how are you after our fight to-day?”
“Velly angly. Allee muchee quite ’shame of mandalin men. Big lascal, evely one.”
“So they are,” said Barkins. “But I say, Ching, are you a good sailor?”
The Chinaman shook his head.
“Ching velly good man, keep fancee shop. Ching not sailor.”
“He means, can you go to sea without being sick?” I said, laughing.
He gave us a comical look.
“Don’tee know. Velly nicee now. Big offlicer say jolly sailor take gleat care Ching, and give hammock go to sleep. You got banjo, music—git-tar?”