Fothergill, being three years older, was less exhausted, but he knew that he, too, could not support his sufferings for many days longer.

Their bodies were covered with sores, and try as they would they were able to catch only a few minutes' sleep at a time so much did the bamboo bars hurt their wasted limbs.
They seldom exchanged a word during the daytime, suffering in silence the persecutions to which they were exposed, but at night they talked over their homes and friends in England, and their comrades on board ship, seldom saying a word as to their present position.

They were now in a hilly country, but had not the least idea of the direction in which it lay from Canton or its distance from the coast.
One evening Jack said to his companion, "I think it's nearly all over now, Percy.

The last two days we have made longer journeys, and have not stopped at any of the smaller villages we passed through.

I fancy our guards must see that we can't last much longer, and are taking us down to some town to hand us over to the authorities and get their reward for us." "I hope it is so, Jack; the sooner the better.