Wing spoke to the little crowd, and as he finished the coolies set up a tremendous shout.
“What do they say now?” cried Blunt.
“Say don’tee ca’e half mandalin button fo’ all pilate on livah.”
“Well done!” cried the manager. “What else?”
“Allee wantee fight velly bad. Knife all cuttee cuttee like lazo’. Wantee shave bad man head off.”
“Then they mean to stop and back me up?”
“Yes. Say kill plenty mo’e pilate. No habbee big fightee long time ago, and say Wing go in boatee all alonee and get out way.”
“Off with you then, my man,” cried Blunt; “they’re quite right. You’ll be in the way.—Well, do you hear?”
Wing nodded.
“Not go ’long till Misteh young Lynn quite leady.”