"Yes.

You wanted to say something ?" "Yes, Ching want say something." "Well, what is it?
Quick, I must go." "Ching want you tell sailor boy be velly careful.

Take care of Ching when pilate come." "All right," I said; "but they haven't come yet." "Think big junk pilate." "Which one?
where ?" I said.
He pointed forward to where, about five miles off the lee-bow, a great junk was slowly sailing in the same direction as we were.
"Is that the one which passed us in the night ?" I said.
"Yes." "Why do you think she is a pirate ?" "Ching tink why she no sail light away and not stop while man-o'-war clawl along velly slow.

You tellee captain." I nodded, and found that there was no need, for the captain was carefully observing the junk from where he was hidden by a pile of casks, and Mr Reardon was with him.
"Here, Mr Herrick," he cried, "your eyes are young.

Have a look at that junk.