"Plenty bad men lock up safe." "No, thank you," I said eagerly.

"Let's get out of this, and go and have some tea." "Yes, plenty tea.

Ching show way." The Chinese soldiers stared at us haughtily as we walked by, and I drew myself up, hoping that no one there had witnessed our weakness, for if they had I knew that they could not feel much respect for the blue-jackets who hunted down the scoundrels that infested their seas.
Both Barkins and Smith must have felt something after the fashion that I did, for they too drew themselves up, returned the haughty stares, and Barkins stopped short to look one truculent savage fellow over from head to foot, especially gazing at his weapons, and then, turning coolly to me, he said, with a nod in the man's direction-- "Tidy sort of stuff to make soldiers off, Gnat, but too heavy." The man's eyes flashed and his hand stole toward his sword hilt.
"'Tention!" roared Barkins with a fierce stamp, and though the order was new to the guard, he took it to be a military command and stepped back to remain stiff and motionless.
"Ha! that's better," cried Barkins, and he nodded and then passed on with us after Ching, whose eyes bespoke the agony of terror he felt.
"Come long quickee," he whispered excitedly.

"Very big blave that fellow.

Killee--fightee man.