"No such luck.

Too stupid." "That case," grumbled the captain, "we'd better signal your Hakka boat, and clear out." Again their hollow eyes questioned each other in discouragement.

It was plain that he had spoken their general thought; but they were all too hot and sleepy to debate even a point of safety.

Thus, in stupor or doubt, they watched another afternoon burn low by invisible degrees, like a great fire dying.

Another breathless evening settled over all--at first with a dusty, copper light, widespread, as though sky and land were seen through smoked glass; another dusk, of deep, sad blue; and when this had given place to night, another mysterious lull.
Midnight drew on, and no further change had come.