I heard Ching give a little laugh.

"If pilate," he said, "all be full bad men. Lightee lantern; thlow

stink-pot; make noise."

"Yes," said Mr Brooke; "this cannot be one of them. Here, hail the man

again, and ask him where he is going."

"How pang pong won toe me?" cried Ching, and for answer there came two

or three grunts.

"Yes; what does he say?"

"Say he go have big long sleep, 'cause he velly tired."

Mr Brooke said no more, but ran the boat down the river some little

distance and then began to tack up again, running across from side to

side, so as to make sure that the junks did not slip by us in the

darkness. But hour after hour glided on, and the lights ashore and on

the boats gradually died out, till, with the exception of a few lanterns

on vessels at anchor, river and shore were all alike one great expanse

of darkness, while we had to go as slowly as possible, literally

creeping along, to avoid running into craft moored in the stream.

And all this time perfect silence had to be kept, and but for the

intense desire to give good account of the junks, the men would soon

have been fast asleep.

"Do you think they will come down and try to put to sea, Ching?" I said

at last, very wearily.

"Yes, allee 'flaid Queen Victolia's jolly sailor boy come steam up liver

and send boat up cleek, fight and burn junks. Come down velly quick."

"Doesn't seem like it," I said, beginning at last to feel so drowsy I

could not keep my eyes open.

"So velly dark, can't see."

"Why, you don't think they will get by us in the darkness?" I said,

waking up now with a start at his words, and the bad news they conveyed.

"Ching can't tell. So velly dark, plenty junk go by; nobody see if

velly quiet. Ching hope not get away. Wantee Mr Brooke catchee both

junk, and no think Ching like pilate man."

"Here, I must go and have a talk to Mr Brooke," I said; and I crept

back to where he sat steering and sweeping the darkness he could not

penetrate on either side.

"Well, Herrick," he said eagerly. "News?"

"Yes, sir; bad news. Ching is afraid that the junks have crept by us in

the night."

"I have been afraid so for some time, my lad, for the tide must have

brought them down long enough ago."

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