And then once more there was silence, and, like the rest--officers and men--we stood there watching the burning wreck hour after hour, not a soul on board feeling the slightest disposition to go below.
It must have been quite a couple of hours later, when I started in the darkness, for something touched my arm, and, looking sharply to my right, I could just make out the figure of Ching close to me, while on looking in the other direction I found that I was alone, for Barkins and Smith had gone forward to a group close to the bows.
"You, Ching ?" I said, "looking at the mischief your friends have done ?" "Fliends burnee ship?
No fliends.

Velly bad men.

Ching feel allee shame.

Velly bad men evelywhere.

Killee, get dollar.