He turned, grinning amiably.

"Goo-moh?
ning-seh.

How too you too," he chanted.

"I am welly?
glat to-see you." A boat-coolie, he explained, had called this house bad names.

He, Peng, threw stones.
Bad man.
"Out of here, you rascal!" Rudolph flicked a riding-whip at the scampering legs, as the small defender of his honor bolted for the stairs.
"What's wrong ?" Heywood appeared promptly at the door.
From the road, below, a gleeful voice piped:-- "Goat-men! Baby-killers!" In the noon blaze, Peng skipped derisively, jeered at them, performed a brief but indecorous pantomime, and then, kicking up his heels with joy, scurried for his life.
"Chucked his billet," said Heywood, without surprise.