"Any one would think they were a pack of boys." "Yes, jolly sailor boy.

You no makee come off ?" "No," I said.

"They've made a big hole through the bottom of the canister, pushed the end of the tail--" "Tow-chang." "Well, tow-chang, if you like to call it so--through into the inside, and then hammered the tin back round it and made it as fast as fast.
Here, I shall have to cut it, Ching." "No, no," he cried, seizing the canister.

"No cuttee piece of tow-chang." "Then how are we to get it off ?" "Don't know, Mr Hellick; look velly bad ?" "Horrible--absurd; every one will laugh at you." "Yes, velly bad.

Ching put it in pocket." "Oh, you're there, are you ?" I cried, as Tom Jecks came cautiously on deck.