“Yes; and a very long way, too. They won’t come to attack us.”
“You t’inkee?” said Wing softly. “Ah! you wait lil bit, you see. Wing see velly hollible t’ing. Pilate fight, kill. Suah come soon.”
“Why are you sure?” said Blunt quickly.
“Pilate in junk. Come flom up livah. Mus’ come pas’ Lynn Blothee hong. No othey way.”
“Unless they go back,” said Blunt. “Well, we shall soon see. Can you eat some breakfast?”
“Wing velly ’ungly, sah. Quite empty. No eat nothing allee day yes’day.”
“Hungry—eh? That’s a capital sign. Well, you lie still for a day or two, and your stiffness and pain will soon go off.”
“No wantee Wing come fightee?”
“No; we can kill all the pirates who are likely to come.”
Wing smiled very feebly, and then winced, for in making a deprecating movement with his hands he brought bruised muscles of his back into play, giving himself an agonising pain.