"We seemed to be walking for hours in the hot sun coming up.

How far is it, Ching ?" "Velly long way.

No look at garden now." He pointed to one of the handsome gateways about which a party of armed retainers were hanging, and, whispering to us not to take any notice, he walked us steadily along.
But we were not to get by the place without notice, for the loungers saw us coming, and strode out in a swaggering way--three big sturdy fellows in blue and scarlet, and pretty well blocked the way as they stood scowling at us.
"Look out," whispered Barkins, "ready with your toasting-forks, and then if it comes to it we must run." "You'll stick by us, Gnat," whispered Smith in a hasty whisper.
"I'll try," I said.
"Keep velly close," whispered Ching.

"No takee notice.

No talkee closs.