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It is not necessary to give the whole of the song. Jos assured his
companions that it was very pathetic, and that if it did not move the
hearts of the pirates he would not believe that they had any hearts at
all. Whether the pathos, or the threats of vengeance, or the hopes of
reward held out had most effect is uncertain, but in a short time the
door of the cabin was opened, and a Chinamen appeared with a big copper
bowl or pot in his hands, full of a hot savoury mess. He looked at Jos
and nodded, as much as to say, "We heard you," and then placed the bowl
in the middle of the cabin. There were some chop-sticks in the bowl,
but no spoons, or knives, or forks. Captain Willock looked at them with
a puzzled air.

"If those are toothpicks they are whoppers, and I must say I would
rather they were not there," he observed, as he tucked back the cuff of
his coat. "However, I suppose we mustn't be particular, and as I guess
we're all equal just now, here goes."

Saying this he plunged his fingers into the bowl, and drew forth a
suspicious-looking mass. He gazed at it for a time, then shut his eyes,
and plunged it into his mouth.

"A wise proceeding," observed Jack, as he and Alick, following his
example, did the same.

The rest of the party were not so particular, and only opened their eyes
rather wider than usual as odd-looking particles of food were fished out
of the bowl. It was very soon emptied, for as everybody was hungry,
they were all eager to get their due portions. Most of them at first
fancied that they could have eaten twice as much; however, when Jack and
Alick leaned back again against the bulkheads, they were soon convinced
that they had had enough. In a little time, the door again opened, and
another man, who looked from his richer clothes and manner like an
officer, popped in his head and beckoned to Captain Willock and the two
midshipmen to come out of the cabin. They, happy to have the
opportunity of stretching their legs, jumped up with alacrity, and
followed him on deck.

Jack's first impulse was to look out for the junk which had Miss Cecile
and her mother on board, but she was nowhere to be seen. Their junk
was, however, standing down towards a fleet of considerable size. As
there was a stiffish breeze, they were soon among them, and from the
hailing, and talking, and chattering, and the way in which they
themselves were pointed at, the junks had pretty evide