Dinner! Chicken and rice, chicken and rice! Better like it, though, for you'll eat nothing else, term of your life." "You are very kind," began Rudolph; but this bewildering off-hand youngster cut him short, with a laugh:-- "No fear, you'll pay me! Your firm supplies unlimited liquor.

Much good that ever did us, with old Zimmerman." The sampan now slipped rapidly on the full flood, up a narrow channel that the setting of the sun had turned, as at a blow, from copper to indigo.

The shores passed, more and more obscure against a fading light.
A star or two already shone faint in the lower spaces.

A second war-junk loomed above them, with a ruddy fire in the stern lighting a glimpse of squat forms and yellow goblin faces.
"It is very curious," said Rudolph, trying polite conversation, "how they paint so the eyes on their jonks." "No eyes, no can see; no can see, no can walkee," chanted Heywood in careless formula.

"I say," he complained suddenly, "you're not going to 'study the people,' and all that rot?
We're already fed up with missionaries.