"Another moving!" exclaimed Gorman, who had been using the glasses.
"What! By Jove, you're right!"
Sinclair was manifesting unwonted excitement.
"We'd better start at once if we want to get through this evening. Pretty nearly thirty miles of a walk if we should happen to miss the launch. I'd like to get there before the Hailoong sails. I want to see McLeod."
Gorman's left eye, which was invisible to Sinclair, winked and that side of his face assumed a most comical expression. The other eye looked straight out at the landscape, and the other side of his face was judicial in its seriousness. He was a man of some perception.
"An' you think that the hospital here will get along widout us?" he asked.
"Of course it will! I'm going to Tamsui."
"Faith and you're a man afther me own heart. Let the hospital go to Ballyhack. I'm wid you.... There she goes headin' for the west. The parley-voos are plottin' somethin' an' we want to be there whin it happens."
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Late that afternoon practically the whole foreign population of North Formosa and the officers of the Locust were gathered on the deck of the Hailoong. Captain Whiteley and McLeod were giving what they called their "Farewell At Home!" After their experience of the day before they were doubtful whether they would be allowed to enter the port again so long as the Frenchmen stayed.