No good." "They'd better," cried Smith; "why, the captain would blow all the place down with his big guns." "No blow Ching fancee shop down.

Englis' spoken.

Good fliend." "Look here, Ching.

Shut up shop, and come and take us all round the town to see everything, and we'll each give you a dollar." "Thlee dollar ?" cried the man, holding his head on one side, and raising three fingers.
"Yes," we cried, and once more his hand went out.
"What can't you trust us ?" cried Smith.
"No tlust.

All pay leady money.