He's our friend." "Yes, flend, evelibody fiend," cried Ching.

"Wantee go shore.

Fancee shop." "Go ashore ?" said the officer.
"Yes, walkee shore." "But if I set you ashore amongst that howling mob, they'll cut you to pieces." "Ching 'flaid so.

Allee bad man.

Wantee kill young offlicer." "And he fought for us, Mr Brown, like a brick," said Barkins.
"Then we must take him aboard for the present." "Yes, go 'board, please," said Ching plaintively.