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Chapter 17 “Where are we now, Capt. Yin?” asked Kin-Fo, when all danger was over. “I cannot tell exactly,” answered the captain, whose face had resumed its wonted jollity. “In the Gulf of Pe-che-lee, do you think?” “Perhaps.” “Or in the Gulf of Leao-Tong?” “Possibly.” “But where shall we land?” “Wherever the wind sends us.” “And when?” “That is impossible for me to say.” “A true c******n always keeps to the east, sir,” resumed Kin-Fo, rather out of humor, and quoting a very popular saying in the Central Empire. “On land he does, but not on sea,” replied Capt. Yin, with a laugh that stretched his mouth from ear to ear. “It is no laughing matter,” said Kin-Fo. “Nor one to cry about,” replied the captain. The truth is, that, although the situation had nothing alarming in it, it