He wants to go worse than we do." Smith did not seem to be listening, for his starting eyes were fixed upon the far right-hand gate, over which there was a kind of pagoda, and he rose from his seat.
"Come on at once," he whispered, "they're going to begin." "Confessed!" whispered Barkins, pinching my knee.

"Come on then quick, Gnat, old man; it's too horrid." We all rose together, and were in the act of turning when a low hoarse murmur rose from behind, and we saw that a crowd of angry faces were gazing at us, and that they were nearly all armed men.
But before we had recovered from our surprise, Ching had caught my arm and pressed me to my seat.
"No go now," he whispered, with a look of alarm in his face, and he leaned over me and dragged my companions down in turn.

"No can go now.
Allee gate fasten.

Makee blave velly angly and dlaw sword; fightee fightee.

Ching velly solly.