“Oh, come,” replied the captain testily, not turning, “don't bother me!” “But what you expect us to do all this time on the river--play jackstraws?” “I don't care what you do! Some trips they get up deck games.” “Deck games!” The Kid sniffed. “You'll find plenty to read in the library” “Read!....” “Then I guess you'll just have to stand it.” For some time they stood side by side without speaking; the captain eying the river, the Kid moodily observing water buffalo bathing near the bank. “Tex has got that Chinese heavyweight of his aboard--down below.” “Oh--that Tom Sung?” “Yep. Knocked out Bull Kennedy in three rounds at the Shanghai Sporting. Got some matches for him up at Peking and Tientsin. Taking him over to Japan after that. There's an American marine that's cleaned up three ships'.” He was silent for a space; then added: “I suppose, now, if we was to arrange a little boxing entertainment, you wouldn't stand for that either, eh?” “Oh, that's all right. Take the social hall if the ladies don't object. But who would you put up against him?” “Well--if we could find a young fellow on board, Tex could tell Tom to go light.” “You might ask Mr. Doane. He complains he ain't getting exercise enough.” “He's pretty old--still, I'd hate to go up against him myself.... Say, you ask him, Cap!” “I'll think it over. He's a little.... I'll tell you now he wouldn't stand for your making a show of it. If he did it, it 'ud just be for exercise.” “Oh, that's all right!” Miss Means awoke with a start. It was the second morning out, at sunrise. The engines were still, but from without an extraordinary hubbub rent the air. Drums were beating, reed instruments wailing in weird dissonance, and innumerable voices chattering and shouting. A sudden crackling suggested fire-crackers in quantity. Miss means raised herself on one elbow, and saw her roommate peeping out over the blind. “What is it?” she asked. “It looks very much like the real China we've read about,” replied Miss Andrews, raising her voice above the din. “It's certainly very different from Shanghai.” The steamer lay alongside a landing hulk at the foot of broad steps. Warehouses crowded the bank and the bund above, some of Western construction; but the crowded scene on hulk and steps and bund, and among the matting-roofed sampans, hundreds of which were crowded against the bank, was wholly Oriental. From every convenient mast and pole pennants and banners spread their dragons on the fresh early breeze. A temporary _pen-low_, or archway, at the top of the steps was gay with fresh paint and streamers. In the air above were scores of kites, designed and painted to represent dragons and birds of prey, which the owners were maneuvering in mimic aerial warfare; swooping and darting and diving. As Miss Means looked, one huge painted bird fell in shreds to a neighboring roof, and the swarming assemblage cheered ecstatically.