“Yes, yes. Is he very bad?” cried Stan.
“Dleadful bad,” said the man solemnly. “Gottee big hole light floo heah.”
The position he denominated “heah” was pointed out by the Chinaman with his two thumbs, one placed on his shoulder-blade, the other on the upper part of his right chest.
“Oh! that must be dangerous,” cried Stan wildly.
“Yes, velly bad,” said Wing, frowning and shaking his head. “Wing findee bullet lead inside py-yama.”
“And you have tried to bind it up?”
Wing nodded importantly.
“Bad place,” he said. “Wind come out flont, blood lun out behind.”
“There must be a big bandage put over the place. Go and tear up a sheet.”
“No,” said Wing, still more importantly. “Gettee clean tablee-cloff—cuttee long piecee.”