CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
THE TAIL-END OF A TYPHOON.
"But I allers heard them Malay chaps are awful cowards," said Adams, continuing the conversation.

"You never sees 'em singly, their pirate proas, or junks, allers a sailing with a consort.

I ought ter know; 'cause, 'fore I ever jined Cap'en Gillespie, I wer in a Hongkong trader; and many's the time we've been chased by a whole shoal of 'em when going to Singapore or along the coast." "The divil ye have," interposed Tim.

"Ye niver tould me that afore, Sails, how's that ?" "I didn't recomember at the time, bo; but now, as that feller is a follering us astern, in course, I thinks on it.

There're a lot of them piratical rascals in these waters; but you should go to the back of Hainan to see 'em in their glory, the little creeks and bays there fairly swarms with 'em!" "Adams!" called out Mr Mackay at this juncture; "Adams!" "Aye, aye, sir," quickly responded the sailmaker, stopping his talk with Tim Rooney and walking up nearer to Mr Mackay.