“Now, Ching,” he said, “can you understand all I say?”
The Chinaman nodded.
“Then look here: I have ordered twenty duck-frocks, as you heard.”
“Yes, sir. Velly like Chinaman.”
“Exactly. Well, these are for twenty of our men to wear. I want them to look like Chinese.”
Ching shook his head.
“Blue flock,” he said; “all blue, no white.”
“We have no blue, and the white must do.”
“Velly well.”
“That point is settled, then. Now, then, about their heads.”