Toward what? I asked myself several times; and, in spite of my determination to acquit myself manfully if we did go into action, I could not help hoping that the next night would find us all as safe as we were then. But all the same the thoughts of our preparations were well in my mind, and never once did I hope that we should not encounter the enemy. All the same, though, when my watch was at an end and I went below, perhaps it was owing to its being so hot, as Ching said, for it was a long time before I could get off to sleep. CHAPTER TEN. THE ENEMY. "Oh, I say, do wake up and come on deck. It's such a lark." "What is?" I said, rolling out of the berth, with my head feeling all confused and strange, to stare at Barkins. "Why, everything. You never saw such a miserable old rag-bag of a ship in your life." I hurriedly dressed and went on deck, to find the preparations complete, and I could not help thinking that, if the pirates mistook the _Teaser_ for a man-of-war now, they must be clever indeed. For on the previous day I had only seen the alterations in bits, so to speak, but now everything was done, even to having a quantity of coal on deck, and the clean white planks besmirched with the same black fuel. The paint-pots had altered everything; the figure-head was hidden with tarpaulin; the rigging, instead of being all ataunto, was what Smith called "nine bobble square," and one sail had been taken down and replaced by an old one very much tattered, so that up aloft we looked as if we had been having a taste of one of the typhoons which visit the Chinese seas. These preparations, with the men's clothes hanging to dry, the boats badly hauled up to the davits, and the fish hanging over the stern (after the fashion practised in west-country fishing-boats), completely altered the aspect of everything. Then I found that the officers were all in tweeds, with yachting or shooting caps; the bulk of the crew below, and my twenty men and lads all carefully got up with painted heads and pigtails complete, under the charge of Ching, who was bustling about importantly, and he came to me at once and began whispering-- "Captain say, Ching takee care allee men, and show himself evelywhere." "Yes, of course," I said. "Yes. You wanted to say something?" "Yes, Ching want say something." "Well, what is it? Quick, I must go." "Ching want you tell sailor boy be velly careful. Take care of Ching when pilate come." "All right," I said; "but they haven't come yet." "Think big junk pilate." "Which one? where?" I said. He pointed forward to where, about five miles off the lee-bow, a great junk was slowly sailing in the same direction as we were. "Is that the one which passed us in the night?" I said. "Yes." "Why do you think she is a pirate?" "Ching tink why she no sail light away and not stop while man-o'-war clawl along velly slow. You tellee captain."