Look velly nice when it dalk." "How horrid!" I cried.
"Not all bu'n up," said Ching; "lot jump ove'board and be dlown." "Ching, you're a cruel wretch," I cried, as Mr Brooke looked at the man in utter disgust.
"No; Ching velly glad see pilate bu'n up and dlown.

Dleadful bad man, bu'n ship junk, chop off head.

Kill hundleds poo' good nicee people.
Pilate velly hollid man.

Don't want pilate at all." "No, we don't want them at all," said Mr Brooke, who seemed to be studying the Chinaman's utter indifference to the destruction of human life; "there's no room for them in the world, but that's not our way of doing business.

Do you understand what I mean ?" "Yes, Ching understand, know.