It must have been quite a couple of hours later, when I started in the darkness, for something touched my arm, and, looking sharply to my right, I could just make out the figure of Ching close to me, while on looking in the other direction I found that I was alone, for Barkins and Smith had gone forward to a group close to the bows.
“You, Ching?” I said, “looking at the mischief your friends have done?”
“Fliends burnee ship? No fliends. Velly bad men. Ching feel allee shame. Velly bad men evelywhere. Killee, get dollar. No velly bad men, London?”
“I’m afraid there are,” I said sadly.
“Yes; velly bad men, London. Killee get dollar. You choppee off bad men head?”
“No,” I said; “but they kill them if they commit murder.”
“Commit murder? You mean killee get dollar?”
“Yes.”
“Allee light. Plenty bad men evelywhere. Captain going kill pilate?”