The Flying Boat: A Story of Adventure and Misadventure — John Shaqi
The Flying Boat: A Story of Adventure and MisadventureStrang, Herbert
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The Flying Boat: A Story of Adventure and Misadventure
Strang, Herbert
Adventure stories; Aeronautics -- Juvenile fiction; China -- Juvenile fiction
Venturesome as he was in ordinary circumstances, Errington was not
without the instinctive cautiousness of the born scout. He did not,
therefore, head straight across the pool, as any one who knew him
slightly, and argued only from his impulsiveness, might have expected
him to do. Instead, he forced the sampan slowly and with some
difficulty through the margin of rushes bordering the pool. Many other
channels besides that on which the boat had come, led from the open
water to the river. Coming to one of these narrower passages, he
glanced up and down before crossing it, to make sure that there were no
other men who might see him and interfere with his movements. His
object was to reach the wider channel, and then follow the course that
had been taken by the dinghy.
It occurred to him that the dinghy, when it disappeared among the
rushes, might have towed the second craft to a pirate encampment; and as
the direction in which it had gone was on his right-hand side, he took
the left-hand side of the pool, and punted slowly along until he came to
a spot where the broad channel was open to his view for a considerable
distance. He looked in the direction in which the dinghy was going when
he last saw it. It was no longer in sight. With another cautious glance
round, pausing for a few moments to listen, he crept out into the pool,
and set out for the other side. It was not very difficult to find the
narrow opening in the reeds through which the dinghy had passed with the
other vessel in tow. But when he had once entered it, he saw how almost
impossible it would have been to find his way had he not carefully noted
the exact place of entry. Reeds grew out of the water on every side.
There was no real passage; apparently it was not a regular waterway, and
he ceased to expect to see any human habitation at the further end,
wherever that might be. The water was shallow, and the only indication
that it was navigable at all was afforded by the bent rushes where the
two craft had previously passed.
After proceeding for a few yards, however, he found that the water
became slightly deeper, and there were some signs of the reeds having
been cut. An attempt had apparently been made to clear a channel. His
former idea returned to him; perhaps it led to an encampment after all.
He drove the sampan on with even greater caution, becoming more and more
interested as he noticed how the channel wound this way and that among
the thickest beds of rushes.
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