“No see not one yet while,” cried Wing, lowering his glass. “Velly, velly long time coming.”
“And a good job too, my man. Have you looked right out yonder where the river bends round?”
“Yes; Wing look evelywheh. No junk come yet.”
“That’s right. Keep on looking out.”
“You think junk full o’ pilate come now?”
“Of course I do. Didn’t you say they were coming?”
“Yes. Wing think allee junk come long ago.”
“Which means he is getting very tired of sitting perched up there,” said Stan, laughing.
“Yes; and we’re getting very tired of working down here, but it has to be done,” responded Blunt. Then aloud: “Never mind what you expected, Wing; keep a sharp lookout all round, and don’t miss the enemy unless you want to have a sharp something round your neck, and your head off before you know it.”
“Yes, Wing look all alound. No wantee head choppee off by pilate man.”