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Rick, who was in the cabin below, came tumbling up and out, crying:
“ China! China!
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The boys stood
watching the little
hump of blue, as if

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

expecting every mo-
ment it might turn
into a Roman can-
dle or a rocket, and
out would burst pig-
tails and wooden
shoes and tea-
chests. But no such
explosion took
place. The little
hump was a fixt-
ure on the horizon,
gradually growing
larger and darker,
larger and darker,
and by and by there
was an unmistaka-
ble ridge of land
sloping up the west-

 

erm sky.

The breeze stiff-
ened, and the Antelope sped swiftly over the waters.

“We are bound for Hong Kong, Rick,” said Jack Bobstay a

ON AND ON, ACROSS A SEA OF STLVER.

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