[Blue Jackets by George Manville Fenn]@TWC D-Link bookBlue Jackets CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT 9/10
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Muchee lit' dlop, so." He took the bottle, drew out the stopper, and covered the neck with one finger, turned the vial upside down, and then rubbed the tiny drop of moisture upon his temples, replaced the stopper, and gave it back to me. "Thank you, Ching," I said, placing it in my pocket, but without valuing the gift in the slightest degree.
"I'm going now to tell the first lieutenant what you say." "Yes, tell Mr Leardon watchee watchee, killee allee pilate." "Yes," I said; and I hurried away, muttering, "Watchee watchee, killee. What stuff they do talk! Any one would think they were all big babies, who had been taught to speak English by a nurse." As I reached the deck I saw Barkins and Smith standing by the first lieutenant, and he was nodding his head. "Why, they've been telling him about me," I thought as I went aft.
"No; they wouldn't be such sneaks." But all doubt was at an end directly, for they came down to meet me, and Smith cried-- "Mr Reardon wants to speak to you directly, Herrick;" while, as I looked up and caught Barkins' eye, he coloured a little, and hurriedly avoided my gaze. "Thank you, tale-bearer," I said to Smith. "Don't you be insolent, sir, unless you wish me to give you a severe thrashing." "With fists ?" I said. "Yes, sir, with fists.
I suppose the rules of the service will not allow us to use such weapons as officers are accustomed to." "Do you mean officers like you ?" I said contemptuously. "Yes, sir; officers like me." "Oh, you mean knives and forks, then," I said carelessly.
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