Ching can't talk velly quick Inglis, but hear evelyting." "That's right.

Well, my good fellow, that wouldn't be English.

We kill men in fair fight, or take them prisoners.

We couldn't go and burn the wretches up like that." Ching shook his head.
"All velly funnee," he said.

"Shoot big gun and make big hole in junk; knockee all man into bit; makee big junk sink and allee men dlown." "Yes," said Mr Brooke, wrinkling up his forehead.
"Why not make lit' fire and bu'n junk, killee allee same ?" "He has me there, Herrick," said Mr Brooke.
"Takee plisoner to mandalin.