Both of them came on deck at an unusually early hour on the morning that the Sand Island light was made out; for there was more commotion than usual on board, and even in the cabin, where the owner and commander discussed the situation.
"Here we are, my Chinese friend," said Percy, as he joined Christy on deck, and made out the tall tower in the distance.

"I wish I was on the Island of Nassau, instead of here." "Why, Mr.Percy, this is your own, your native land; and in China we always used to have a warm affection for our own country," replied Christy.
"You didn't have to go into the army there," said Percy with a sigh.
"But don't you want to go into the army ?" "Certainly I do; that is the dearest wish of my heart.

But my father would not let me, and what could I do ?" "If you were bent on it, like a patriot, as you must be, you could run away and enlist.

I don't know but I shall do that when I get back to China." "I don't like to do any thing to make my poor father unhappy.

I am afraid my absence now, without his knowing where I am, or whether I am dead or alive, will bring on a fit of sickness." "But I am sure he would be very proud of you if you should run away and join the army." "Perhaps he would; but I should not feel very proud of myself if I did a thing like that.