Ching know the way." "But one moment, Mr Brooke," I said; "are we sure that those are the right junks ?" "I feel sure," he said.

"What do you say, my lads ?" "Ay, ay, sir, them's right," chorussed the men.
"Yes, Ching velly sure those pilate junk." "I know one on 'em, sir," said Jecks, "by her great yard.

I never see a junk with such a big un afore.

Talk about the cut of a jib--I says, look at the cut of her mainsail." "Well, we must have food and water, if we are going out of the mouth of the river," said Mr Brooke, and he turned the boat's head shoreward.
"No makee haste," said Ching deprecatingly.

"Too soon, evelybody fas' asleep." Mr Brooke gave an impatient stamp on the frail bamboo half-deck, but said no more for a few moments.
"We must wait if we are too soon, for it would be madness to go without food and water." He was silent for a time, during which the men watched the distant junks, and as they stood out more and more boldly in the morning light, we compared notes, and made comments upon them, all growing more and more satisfied that these were the two of which we were in search.
"Yes, they must be," said Mr Brooke at last, after listening for some time to the men's conversation.