It was dangerous work, too, for the narrow sea was foul with reefs; but our information had been that it was in the neighbourhood of the many islands off Formosa that the piratical junks had their nest, and the risk had to be run for the sake of the possible capture to be made.
"Ching says he wants to get back to the fancee shop," sad Smith one morning.

"So do I, for I'm sick of this dreary work.

Why, I'd rather have another of our days ashore." "Not you," I said.

"But I say, look here, I haven't spoke about it before, but Ching says--hi, Tanner, come here!" "That he doesn't," cried Smith.
"Hallo! what is it ?" said Barkins, whom I had hailed, and he came over from the port side of the deck.
"I was going to tell Blacksmith what Ching says.

You may as well hear too." "Don't want to.