Look, allee paint, lacquee, gold.

Allee same junk; no use go find um now.

No get head chop off for killee sailo'.
Allee bad pilate allee dlowned." "Hold hard there, sir," whispered Tom Jecks.

"I can hear people talking.

Quick! squat, hide; there's a lot on 'em coming down off the cliff." We had just time to hide behind some rocks, when a party of about twenty Chinamen came cautiously and slowly down on to the sands, and Ching whispered as he peeped between the fragments of rock-- "Not allee pilate dlowned.