CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN.
JACK ASHORE.
All was quiet on the junks, not a man being visible as we sailed out of the river and along the south shore of the estuary; and now, after a long examination, Mr Brooke declared that there couldn't be a doubt as to their being the ones we had seen up the branch river when we were in the trap.
"The rig is too heavy for ordinary traders, Herrick," he said; and he pointed out several peculiarities which I should not have noticed.
Ching had been watching us attentively, and Mr Brooke, who evidently wanted to make up now for his harsh treatment of the interpreter, turned to him quietly-- "Well, what do you say about it, Ching ?" The interpreter smiled.
"Ching quite su'e," he replied.

"Seen velly many pilate come into liver by fancee shop.

Ching know d'leckly.

Velly big mast, velly big sail, go so velly fast catchee allee ship.

You go waitee all dalk, burn all up." "What! set fire to them ?" "Yes; velly easy.