"The c.h.i.n.ks didn"t fight," one of them said. "They just threw knives and ran! We never hit one of them! Sheep, that"s what they are! Just sheep!"
"Well," Ned said, "we"ve lost our chance on the road to Peking, the fellow we want having escaped, so we must go ahead and set the rat trap once more."
"You"ll walk if you do," one of the marines said, showing from the outside, "for the c.h.i.n.ks have made off with the motorcycles!"
CHAPTER XIV
SANDY PROVES HIS CASE
"They"ll be dead if you don"t get out of here an" do somethin"!" said Sandy. "The c.h.i.n.ks"ll eat "em up!"
Frank looked around the dismal subterranean chamber and a cynical smile came to his lips.
"We might get out of here," he said, "if we had a ton of dynamite. I don"t know but I"d take a chance on getting injured myself in order to see these c.h.i.n.ks sailing into the sky."
Jack, still suspicious of Sandy, turned toward him with a frown. The lad met the other"s eyes steadily.
"Do you know the way out of this?" Jack asked.
"No," admitted the boy. "Never was in here before. Never knew there was such a place."
"Well," Jack went on, "the longer we remain here the longer we"ll be in finding our chums. I"m going to make a break."
"If you have a gun," Sandy said, calmly, "I"ll go ahead with it. If I get plugged, or anythin" like that, you boys may be able to get away.
These c.h.i.n.ks are quick to run if there is danger ahead, and I think I can scare them off. Give me the gun!"
Sandy reached out his hand, but Frank did not extend the gun he had taken from his pocket.
"You"re nervy, all right," he said, "but you don"t have to take all the risk. Suppose we wait until daylight and then make a rush?"
"Why daylight?" asked Jack.
"There may then be some friendly face in sight, if we are able to get to the street."
"There"s force in that," Jack replied, "but this is no palace car to wait in."
"You let me go and try," Sandy urged.
Frank shook his head gravely.
"No use," he said. "There are probably a score or more of c.h.i.n.ks around this old shack. We"ve got to wait until morning before we try to get away. The only question in my mind is this: Will they let us alone until daylight? If they don"t, then it will be a sc.r.a.p."
The boys sat down against the earth wall of the chamber and waited. Now and then they could hear whispers in a tongue they could not understand.
Occasionally they heard a wagon creaking along the distant street. Then they knew that the doors connecting the mud hut with the outer world were open.
"I wonder if old Chee is still asleep from the dope?" Sandy asked, after a long time had pa.s.sed.
"Why did they dope her?" asked Jack. "I don"t see any nourishment for them in that."
"Guess they thought I"d be apt to help you boys," Sandy replied, "and made up their minds to catch me and chuck me away somewhere. Chee"s a nervy old lady, an" probably sc.r.a.pped when they searched for me. I"d like to help her."
"Why do you call her Chee?"
"Because she"s so cheerful, an" because I don"t know her name," was the reply.
"It must be pretty near dawn," Jack said, after a long silence, with a prodigious yawn.
Frank looked at his watch and found that it was six o"clock. It had been a long night. The sun would rise shortly after six.
Five minutes later sounds of trouble of a physical nature were heard along the tunnel by which the chamber had been reached. There were blows, grunts, and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns of rage. Then they heard a voice they knew:
"Donner! I make your face preak! Come py mine punch of fives. Oh, you loaver!"
"Hans!" cried Jack. "How the Old Harry did he get here?"
"He"ll soon be able to tell you himself," Frank said, "if he keeps on coming."
Indeed, the German"s voice came nearer every instant, nearer and more emphatic. He was panting, too, and the sound of blows reached the ears of the listening boys.
"Get in there!"
The words were spoken in English, but not by Hans.
"There"s that gink who rounded us up back in Taku," exclaimed Jack. "He seems to be winning all the tricks. I wonder how he got hold of Hans?"
"I thought Dutchy was back with the submarine," Frank replied. "How he got to Tientsin is a mystery to me."
The next moment Hans" broad face, now red from anger and exertion, appeared at the mouth of the tunnel, looking like a full moon, and then his bulky figure was projected violently into the chamber. He scrambled in on his knees, but arose instantly and swung his fists in the direction of the tunnel, shouting imprecations on some out-of-sight person.
There were numerous cuts and bruises on his face from which blood was oozing, and his clothing was torn and dirty, as if it had been dragged through the mud.
"Loaver! Loaver!" he shouted, still shaking his clenched fist at the entrance. "Vait a liddle, yet! I eats dern alife!"
"I wish you would!" cried Jack.
"Give me a bite while you are at it," Sandy cut in.
Hans gazed around in bewilderment for a time, and then his face brightened as he caught sight of Frank and Jack. It did not take the lads long to arrive at a mutual understanding of the happenings of the night.
Hans had been followed from the place where he had left the other boys and captured. He did not know what had become of Ned and the others any more than Frank and Jack did.
His story brought some relief to the others, for it was presumable that their chums were now well on their way to Peking. Once there, the imprisoned lads knew that every effort for their release would be made-- then the whole power of the United States government, through the amba.s.sador, would be exerted in their behalf.
"But what"s the use of all that," Jack asked, grumblingly--for he was getting hungry! "What"s the use of all that if the c.h.i.n.ks sit out there like blooming cigar-store images and never give a hint as to where we are? We are likely to starve before the American amba.s.sador can act with success."