"They've tied the old canister to your tail." "Tie canny all along Ching tow-chang ?" he cried.
"Yes, and it's a rascally shame." "Yes, allee lascally shame," he said, nodding his head.

"Not hurt velly.

Only flighten velly much, makee lun fass." "Stand still, and I'll soon have it off," I cried, whipping out my knife.
"No, no," he cried, dragging the long plait from my hand; "mightee cut tow-chang, and that velly dleadful.

Take long time glow." "Very well, then.

I'll unfasten it, and show it to Mr Reardon." "What for?
make Mis' Leardon velly angly, scold jolly sailor boy.