Go 'board.

Fo'get." "Oh no, we shan't," I cried.

"And look here, Ching, after we've been round the town we want to go to the theatre." "'Top flee day to go to fleatre ?" he said.
"Three days! no.

We must be back on board at sundown." "No go fleatre--no time." "Never mind the theatre, then," cried Barkins.

"Now then, off we go.
And I say, boys, let's have something to eat first." "Wantee something eatee ?" cried Ching, making for a canister upon a shelf.
"No, no," cried Smith, "not that.