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The thought of a wash inspirited Percy far more than that of eating,
and he sat up and made a great effort to do justice to breakfast.
He succeeded much better than he had done the night before, and
Jack, although he pretended to grumble, was satisfied with his
companion's progress, and finished off the rest of the food. Then
he set out to search for water. He had not very far to go; a tiny
stream, two feet wide and several inches deep, ran through the wood
from the higher ground. After throwing himself down and taking a
drink, he hurried back to Percy.

"It is all right, Percy, I have found it. We can wash to our hearts'
content; think of that, lad."

Percy could hardly stand, but he made an effort, and Jack half
carried him to the streamlet. There the lads spent two hours. First
they bathed their heads and hands, and then, stripping, lay down
in the stream and allowed it to flow over them, then they rubbed
themselves with handfuls of leaves dipped in the water, and when
they at last put on their rags again felt like new men. Percy was
able to walk back to the spot they had quitted with the assistance
only of Jack's arm. The latter, feeling that his breakfast had by
no means appeased his hunger, now started for a search through the
wood, and presently returned to Percy laden with nuts and berries.

"The nuts are sure to be all right; I expect the berries are too.
I have certainly seen some like them in native markets, and I think
it will be quite safe to risk it."

The rest of the day was spent in picking nuts and eating them. Then
they sat down and waited for the arrival of their friend. He came
two hours after nightfall with a wallet stored with provisions, and
told them that he had regained the village unobserved. The attack
had been repulsed, but with severe loss to the defenders as well
as the assailants; two of their guards had been among the killed.
The others had made a great clamor over the escape of the prisoners,
and had made a close search throughout the village and immediately
round it, for they were convinced that their captives had not had
the strength to go any distance. He thought, however, that although
they had professed the greatest indignation, and had offered many
threats as to the vengeance that government would take upon the
village, one of whose inhabitants, at least, must have aided in
the evasion of the prisoners, they would not trouble themselves
any further in the matter. They had already reaped a rich harvest
from the exhibition, and would divide among themselves the share
of their late comrades; nor was it at all improbable that if they
were to report the matter to the authorities they would themselves
get into serious trouble for not having handed over the prisoners
immediately after their capture.

For a fortnight the pilot nursed and fed the two midshipmen. He
had already provided them with native clothes, so that if by chance
any villagers should catch sight of them they would not recognize
them as the escaped white men. At the end of that time both the
lads had almost recovered from the effects of their sufferings.
Jack, indeed, had picked up from the first, but Percy for some days
continued so weak and ill that Jack had feared that he was going
to have an attack of fever of some kind. His companion's cheery and
hopeful chat did as much good for Percy as the nourishing food with
which their friend supplied them, and at the end of the fortnight
he declared that he felt sufficiently strong to attempt to make
his way down to the coast.

The pilot acted as their guide. When they inquired about his wife,
he told them carelessly that she would remain with her kinsfolk,
and would travel on to Canton and join him there when she found an
opportunity. The journey was accomplished at night, by very short
stages at first, but by increasing distances as Percy gained
strength. During the daytime the lads lay hid in woods or jungles,
while their companion went into the village and purchased food.
They struck the river many miles above Canton, and the pilot, going
down first to a village on its banks, bargained for a boat to take
him and two women down to the city.

The lads went on board at night and took their places in the little
cabin formed of bamboos and covered with mats in the stern of the
boat, and remained thus sheltered not only from the view of people
in boats passing up or down the stream, but from the eyes of their
own boatmen.

After two days' journey down the river without incident, they
arrived off Canton, where the British fleet was still lying while
negotiations for peace were being carried on with the authorities
at Pekin. Peeping out between the mats, the lads caught sight of
the English warships, and, knowing that there was now no danger,
they dashed out of the cabin, to the surprise of the native boatmen,
and shouted and waved their arms to the distant ships.

In ten minutes they were alongside the Perseus, when they were
hailed as if restored from the dead. The pilot was very handsomely
rewarded by the English authorities for his kindness to the prisoners,
and was highly satisfied with the result of his proceedings, which
more than doubled the little capital with which he had retired from
business. Jack Fothergill and Percy Adcock declare that they have
never since eaten chicken without thinking of their Christmas fare
on the morning of their escape from the hands of the Chinese pirates.

THE END.