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
"Sa-ni kow-tow[#]!" cried Errington, using a phrase often employed by
the common people. "You no come, I go all-same alone. Savvy?"
[#] I’ll cut off your head.
But Lo San, like most of his kind, had a sense of loyalty. He made no
further protest, but went sullenly about the preparations for the
journey.
Errington, now that he had made up his mind to get the flying boat,
determined to leave nothing undone to ensure success. He took a rifle
as well as his revolver, and gave similar weapons to his "boy." It
occurred to him that he would have done more prudently in enlisting help
among the other Englishmen; but he took a sort of grim pleasure in
setting out unaided; it would be heaping coals of fire on Burroughs’
head, he thought, to restore the flying boat to him. And he did not mean
him to know to whom he was indebted for its recovery.
They left the town before sunrise, when nobody was about. In his
pursuit of sport on the previous day Errington had been led on so
insensibly that he had not taken particular note of the course; and as
Lo San, with the China boy’s usual indifference, had left everything to
his master, they were some hours in discovering the channel through the
swamp. Then, however, they proceeded rapidly, though with great
caution. On arriving at the broad pool, they moved slowly round it,
prying up and down the channels opening from it, to make sure that no
other craft was in sight. Then they crept into the tortuous passage to
the right among the reeds, and silently approached the shore where they
had seen the flying boat.
Errington had reason to bless his circumspection when, on rounding the
last curve, he caught sight of six or eight sampans drawn up on the
shoaling ground. He instantly checked his own craft and withdrew a few
yards into the reed-bed, where he could see, without being seen. Two or
three of the better shanties, which on the day before had been boarded
up, were now open. A wizened old Chinawoman was cooking fish at a small
stove in the open space in front--no doubt a late breakfast for the
crews of the sampans, who were resting after nocturnal prowlings.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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