I could see that our officers were politely saluted, and that care was taken that no one should be in front of them.

And now came the more exciting part of the terrible exhibition.
Suddenly there was the loud booming of a gong, and the head of an escort of spearmen marched through the gateway, followed by a group of men in twos, each pair bearing a long bamboo pole, from which, hanging in each case like a scale, was a large basket, and heavily chained in each basket was a man, whom we knew at once to be one of the pirates we had captured, without Ching whispering to us-- "Velly bad men, killee evelybody.

They killee now." My eyes would not close.

They were fascinated by the horrible procession; and I now saw, just in front of the bearers, a tall-looking bare-headed man carrying a large bright sword, curved in the fashion we see in old pictures of the Turkish scimitar, a blade which increases in width from the hilt nearly to the end, where it is suddenly cut off diagonally to form a sharp point.
Behind this man marched five more, the procession moving right to the front between us and the brilliant party whose centre was the principal mandarin.
I now saw, too, that every one of the miserable culprits was ticketed or labelled, a bamboo upon which a piece of paper was stuck being attached to his neck and head.
A low murmur ran round among the spectators, as, at a signal from the man with the great sword, who I saw now must be the executioner, the bearers stopped, and with a jerk threw the poles off their shoulders into their hands, bumped the baskets heavily down upon the ground, and shot the malefactors out as unceremoniously as if they had been so much earth.
I heard Barkins draw a deep breath, and saw Smith leaning forward and gazing wildly at the scene, while I felt my heart go _throb throb_ heavily, and found myself wishing that I had not shared in the capture of the wretched men.
The chief mandarin then turned to the officer on horseback, who carried the imperial yellow flag, said a few words in a low tone, and he in turn pushed his horse a little forward to where the executioner was waiting, and evidently conveyed the mandarin's orders.
Then suddenly the pirates, as if moved by one consent, struggled to their feet and began shouting.
Ching placed his lips close to my ear-- "Say, please no choppee off head.

Velly bad men, killee lot always; velly bad." And now I felt that the time had come to close my eyes, but they remained fixed.