As a cool moon shone through the clouds, a British steamer, the Wing Sang, slid comfortably through the calm waters of Formosa Strait. She was on her regular run from Hong Kong to Formosa. The ship's 78 passengers were dressing for dinner or sipping cocktails. A Chinese lad of ten raced wide-eyed through the closing pages of Treasure Island.
The purser was just reaching for a brandy and soda when he heard a sound like firecrackers exploding. A 120-ft. ship, bristling with guns, had slipped out of the darkness and was raking the...
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