AFLOAT ON THE DOGGER BANK.
A Story of Adventure on the North Sea and in China.
CHAPTER XXI.
When the man was within twenty yards of the fugitives, he caught sight of their knives, and, stopping suddenly, exclaimed in pidgin English:
'What for knives? my plenty good Clistian man. My no knives, no shootee gun, no nothin'.'
As he spoke, he held up his hands to show that he was unarmed, and, with perfect confidence in their honour, advanced in that fashion.
'Who are you?' Charlie asked, as the thin, wizened, but lively little Chinaman stood before them.
'Number One cook. Welly good cook for missionally man.'
'What for wantee catchee us?' Fred inquired.