[Blue Jackets by George Manville Fenn]@TWC D-Link bookBlue Jackets CHAPTER FORTY TWO 10/11
Too hot to lun." "But I want you to save yourself," I said excitedly. "Yes; allee save evelybody, alleegether.
Ching won't go leave Mr Hellick." "Ching!" I cried. "Hush! No makee low.
Lie down likee lit' pigee in sand.
Pilate come along." His ears were sharper than mine; for, as I dropped down at full length in the sand upon my chest, I saw him drag a good-sized stone in front of his face to screen it, while I, in imitation, rapidly scooped up some of the sand and spread it before me, so as to make a little mound of a few inches high, just as a couple of the junk's crew came into sight about a hundred and fifty yards on our left, and as close down to the sea as the billows would allow.
Then a few more appeared; and at last the whole party, walking almost in single file, and looking sharply from left to right as they came. There was a space of about sixty yards from the face of the cliff to the edge of the water, and the shore, after about twenty yards of perfect hard level, rapidly rose, the interval being a rugged wilderness of rock half buried in the driven sand. It was up nearly at the highest part of this chaos of rocks, where we had been seeking along the cliff face for a cavern, that we three lay, many feet above the level strip by the sea; and there were plenty of rocks protruding from the sand big enough to hide us; but it could only be from a few of the men at a time.
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