Falk Tries to Cover His Tracks
XVI A Prayer for the Dead
XVII Marooned
XVIII Adventures Ashore
V
IN WHICH THE TIDE TURNS
XIX In Last Resort
XX A Story in Melon Seeds
XXI New Allies
XXII We Attack
XXIII What We Found in the Cabin
VI
IN WHICH WE REACH THE PORT OF OUR DESTINATION
XXIV Falk Proposes a Truce
XXV Including a Cross-Examination
XXVI An Attempt to Play on Our Sympathy
XXVII We Reach Whampoa, but Not the End of Our Troubles
VII
OLD SCORES AND NEW AND A DOUBTFUL WELCOME
XXVIII A Mystery Is Solved and a Thief Gets Away
XXIX Homeward Bound
XXX Through Sunda Strait
XXXI Pikes, Cutlasses, and Guns
XXXII "So Ends"
ILLUSTRATIONS
"_At 'em, men! At 'em! Pull, you sons of the devil, pull_!"
_Suddenly, in the brief silence that followed the two thunderous reports, a
pistol shot rang out sharply, and I saw Captain Whidden spin round and
fall_.
_We helped him pile his belongings into his chest ... and gave him a hand
on deck_.
"_Sign that statement, Lathrop," said Captain Falk_.
_He cut from the melon-rind a roughly shaped model of a ship and stuck in
it, to represent masts, three slivers of bamboo_.
[Illustration: "_At 'em, men! At 'em! Pull, you sons of the devil, pull_!"]
I
IN WHICH WE SAIL FOR CANTON, CHINA
CHAPTER I
MY FATHER AND I CALL ON CAPTAIN WHIDDEN
My father's study, as I entered it on an April morning in 1809, to learn
his decision regarding a matter that was to determine the course of all my
life, was dim and spacious and far removed from the bustle and clamor of
the harbor-side.
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