It ran out evidently for hundreds of yards, its course being marked by foam and fretting waves, and I was just thinking what a fatal spot it would be for a vessel to touch the shore, when I reached the top and uttered a startled cry, which brought the others to my side; for there was the explanation of the presence of the drowned Chinaman! Spreading away for a couple of hundred yards, the shore was covered with timbers, great bamboo spars, ragged sails, and the torn and shattered fragments of some large Chinese vessel; while, before I could shape it in my mind as to the possibilities of what vessel this could be, though certain it was not the _Teaser_, Ching said coolly-- "That velly good job.

That big junk blow all to pieces, and allee bad pilate man dlowned.

No go choppee off poor sailor head now.

No 'teal silk, tea, allee good thing, and burnee ship.

Velly good job indeed; velly bad lot." "You think it was the junk which cheated us ?" "Yes, velly muchee same.