“Ah, you, Wing!” he cried sharply. “What do you want here?”
“Misteh Blunt send Wing young Lynn.”
“Hah! Then he is awake?”
Wing nodded.
“Is he better?”
“No. Velly bad. Say smokee chokee. Tell Wing come say you takee ca’e fi’ no get to magazine and blow up allee ca’tlidge.”
“Yes, yes; I’ll take care. Tell him we are doing our best, Wing, and that I can’t come down to see him.”
“No; can’tee come down. B’long warehouse. Mustee stop kill big lot pilate.”
“Go down now, Wing,” said Stan impatiently. “You’ll only be in the way here.”
“Yes, go down soon fight begin.”