From the forward end came the clink of the windlass, and soon afterwards the hail of the chief mate informing Lingard that the cable was hove short.
"Hold on everything," hailed back Lingard; "we must wait for the land-breeze before we let go our hold of the ground." He approached Willems, who sat on the skylight, his body bent down, his head low, and his hands hanging listlessly between his knees.
"I am going to take you to Sambir," he said.

"You've never heard of the place, have you?
Well, it's up that river of mine about which people talk so much and know so little.

I've found out the entrance for a ship of Flash's size.

It isn't easy.

You'll see.