Hi, John! The gents want to speak to you." There was a quick movement, and a partly bald head appeared from beneath two loose sleeves, which had been folded over it like the wings of a flying fox, and Ching's familiar squeaky voice said-- "You wantee me.

Go shore ?" "No, no; not to-night," cried Smith.

"We shall set you ashore when we come back." "You go velly far--allee way Gleat Blitain ?" "No, not this time, Ching," cried Barkins, as we all laughed.
"No go allee way London?
Ching wantee go London, see Queen Victolia and Plince o' Wales." "Some other time, Ching," I said.

"But I say, how about the fancy shop ?" "Allee light.

Ching go back." "And how are you after our fight to-day ?" "Velly angly.