"Allo savvy. My tellum allo 'bout massa long tim' ago."
"Ask them not to go until I have seen them, then get my breakfast."
"Allo lightee, massa. Littee missy wantchee look-see what—"
"Don't stand talking. Run at once, or they may gone."
"No fear! My savvy littee missy no can wailo 'cept—"
"Go at once!" shouted Bob, and the Chinaman fled.
About an hour later Bob, clad in a Japanese uniform, which left a good deal to be desired about the sleeves and the trousers, was conducted by Ah-Sam to the missionary's house in which the ladies had been hospitably lodged.
"My dear boy, how glad I am to see you!" exclaimed Mrs. Pottle, coming forward with outstretched hands. "We were afraid that you had not escaped from that dreadful brigand. If I had not had Ethel to take care of, I should certainly have ridden back myself—even with nothing but my umbrella that you make fun of."
Bob, from his knowledge of Mrs. Pottle, felt that the fair American was quite equal to that or any other hazardous adventure.
"I am glad indeed there was no occasion," he said. "I wouldn't have you come within fifty miles of that desperate gang."