Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical NovelGreey, Edward
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Blue Jackets; or, The Adventures of J. Thompson, A.B., Among "the Heathen Chinee": A Nautical Novel
Greey, Edward
Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Fiction; Seafaring life -- Fiction
Thompson's companion cried, and called upon Buddha; but finding himself
unhurt, ceased his supplications, and motioning his companion to follow
him, led the way out of the place. As they passed over the heaps of
ruins, they noticed many of the prisoners making good their escape, but
no one seemed to know by what means the magazine had been fired, and
Jerry did not understand what they were taking about, and had he done
so, would not have enlightened them. After threading their way through
dense crowds of people and walking for some time in comparatively
deserted streets. Mo, that being the name of the Chinaman released by
Thompson, suddenly motioned his benefactor to stop, then walked forward
and left him.
"He ain't agoin' to give me the slip now we're safe," muttered the
sailor; however, in a few moments the man returned and signalled him to
follow, when he found the reason for the caution exercised by Mo. They
had to pass through one of the gates of the outer wall, and as at night
the guards sometimes stop those who seek egress, the clever Mo had gone
forward to ascertain how matters stood, and to his joy found the place
deserted, upon which they passed through without trouble, Jerry taking
the opportunity of acquiring a dirk, which was hung upon a nail near the
doorway. Mo walked on until they arrived at a canal, when he began to
peer cautiously at the various boats. Having proceeded some distance
along the bank, he at last made out the craft he required, when he
placed his fingers in his mouth and blew a shrill signal. In a few
moments it was answered, and a woman launching a small sampan, sculled
towards the spot where they were standing.
"Mo! is that you, my lord?"
"Yes; make haste, Jow! I have one with me. I have broken from
prison,--Come!"
The men entered the crank sampan and were quickly conveyed on board a
cargo boat; and as there was a little breeze. Mo and his wife pulled up
the anchor, hoisted sail, got out their oars, and were soon on their way
down the canal. Great was their astonishment when, upon going below,
they discovered their friend was one of the great western devils, but,
as Mo observed, "He is a good devil, since he has rescued me from that
infernal prison, let us therefore chin-chin him (be friendly,) and we
shall be fortunate,--besides, he will assist us without payment."
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