“What's that?” she asked sharply.
“Fighting around Hankow.”
“We're not way up there?” She stepped to the side and looked out ahead. “There's a city!”
“Tom says it's Huang Chau.”
“Hello! We're there!”
He inclined his head.
“What are you going to do?”
“Tie up here.”
She heard now other and more confused sounds. The junk was slowing down; working in toward the yellow shallows.
“Now listen!” said he. She glanced at him, then away, apparently considering the quiet landscape; alien he was indeed, and hostile, his manner that of an inarticulate man struggling with a set speech.... “Listen! You're smart enough. But I want you to understand I don't trust you.''