If they had been Indians I should have said they had carried us off to enjoy the satisfaction of torturing us, but I don't suppose it is that with them." "Do you think there is any chance of our getting away ?" Percy asked, after a pause.
"I should say not the least in the world, Percy.

My hands are fastened so tight now that the ropes seem cutting into my wrists, and after they had set me on my feet and cut the cords of my legs I could scarcely stand at first, my feet were so numbed by the pressure.

However, we must keep up our pluck.

Possibly they may keep us at Canton for a bit, and if they do the squadron may arrive and fight its way past the forts and take the city before they have quite made up their minds as to what kind of death will be most appropriate to the occasion.

I wonder what they are doing now?
They seem to be chopping sticks." "I wish they would give us some water," Percy said.