"Go away quickly," he gasped, searching around for a stone to hurl at me, and discarding several because of their small size. "Go away to somewhere else. I'm telling you now, go away or else a special detail will find your lifeless body here in the bushes some time to-morrow."
"I've already been thoroughly killed several times to-day," I said, putting a tree between us, "but don't forget about the camel, and for heaven's sake do try to keep your neck—"
A stone hit the tree with a resounding crack, and I increased the distance.
"Damn the torpedoes!" I shouted back as I disappeared into the pleasant security of the sun-warmed woods.
May 11th. "What navy do you belong to?" asked an Ensign, stopping me to-day, "the Chinese?"
"Why do you ask, sir?" I replied, saluting gracefully. "Of course I don't belong to the Chinese Navy."
"What's your rating?" he snapped.
"Show girl first class attached to the good ship Biff! Bang! sir," came my prompt retort.
"Well, put a watch mark on your arm, sailor, and put it there pronto, or you'll be needing an understudy to pinch hit for you."
As a matter of fact I have never put my watch mark on, for the simple reason that I have been rather expecting a rating at any moment, but it seems as if my expectations were doomed to disappointment.