"Chin Tai can't clean a gun."
"Well, hadn't we better have it out ourselves first?" said Burroughs, laughing. "Great Scott! there'll be murder soon. Come on, Pidge."
They hastened to the kitchen. The two boys had each other by the pigtail with one hand, and with the other were drawing streaks on each other's face. Burroughs dragged them apart.
"Hai! You piecee ruffians! What fo' you makee this infernal bobbely?" he said.
"He call me foolo!"
"He say my plenty muchee fathead!"
"He say my no can do card-pidgin!"
"He say my tellum plenty lies, talkee foolo pidgin all time."
"Hold your tongues, both of you!" cried Burroughs. "Chin Tai, if you can't keep the peace, I'll cut off your pigtail and send you home to your grandmother."
"Massa say muss belongey good up outside olo ribber, can do plenty fightee wailo Sui-Fu," Chin Tai protested with an aggrieved air.