"That is what I have come to see about," Dave declared. "Mr. Sin Foo, I have no wish to be lacking in courtesy, and I shall display as much as I can, under the circ.u.mstances. But my men are now inside the compound, and here they will remain until my orders are changed by my commanding officer."
Though the Chinese soldiers had withdrawn to varying distances before the harmless bayonet rush, Sin Foo remained and faced Ensign Darrin with every sign of indignant disapproval in his almond-shaped eyes.
The impressed Chinese porters had been driven into the compound, where they dropped their burdens. Dan quietly paid them off with silver coins. The instant they found themselves permitted to leave, these sullen coolies fairly flew out through the still open gate.
"Sir," began Sin Foo again, speaking with great haughtiness, "if these supplies are intended for the American missionaries, I will undertake to receive them on behalf of your countrymen, but I must once more, and for the last time, insist that you withdraw your men from this compound. If you do not instantly withdraw, it will provoke grave trouble between your country and mine."
"Mr. Sin Foo," Dave replied, speaking pleasantly, and smiling, "I wish to treat you, and all other Chinese officials with every mark of courtesy. I must make it plain, however, that I shall not leave this yamen until I have been so ordered by my commanding officer. Moreover, I am under strict orders to see the American mission party at once, and I must very respectfully insist upon no more delay. I demand, sir, to see Bishop Whitlock first of all."
"Ensign Darrin, your language is insolent!" cried Sin Foo angrily.
"My talk will quickly change to acts, if my requests are not at once granted," replied Dave, firmly.
""Acts"? What do you mean by that word?" demanded Sin Foo.
"I mean that if Bishop Whitlock and his friends are not at once produced, I shall be under the necessity of searching the yamen for them," Ensign Darrin rejoined.
"Search the yamen?" gasped Sin Foo incredulously. "Would you dare profane the sovereignty of China?"
"I"ll do it in just five minutes, if my request is not heeded,"
retorted Ensign Dave drawing out his watch.
By this time at least one hundred and fifty armed Chinese soldiers had appeared, on the ramparts, in the compound, in the doorways and windows of the buildings. Darrin"s force was much inferior numerically. Sudden treachery on the part of the Chinese might cut the American naval force in two, but Danny Grin was keeping alert watch on all Chinese in sight.
"You are making a grave mis-" began Sin Foo loftily.
"And you have already lost forty-five seconds of that five minutes,"
Ensign Dave suggested, still standing, watch in hand. "If you use up the time in conversation, Mr. Sin Foo, I shall not grant a grace of even five seconds."
"Your insolence, sir, overwhelms me," replied the under secretary.
"Shudderingly, I shall take it into the presence of his excellency."
"And impress upon his excellency, if you please, that I am not going to lose time," answered Dave, again glancing at his watch.
Turning on his heel, Sin Foo disappeared through a near-by door of one of the buildings.
Several minutes slipped by. Dave glanced frequently at the hands of his watch.
"The time is nearly up, Dan," he announced, at last. "You remain in command of the marines and guard our ammunition and other stores. At the second of five minutes I shall form the sailormen and march through this yamen until I find the missionary party."
Danny Grin nodded gravely.
"Seamen fall in!" called Ensign Darrin, replacing his watch in his pocket. "Forward, guard left, mar-"
"Stop!" cried a ringing voice. Out of the doorway through which he had vanished appeared Sin Foo, running and waving his arms.
"The governor"s answer?" Dave curtly demanded, turning upon his heel.
"I will take you to the missionary party," conceded Sin Foo.
"Very well; step with me, then, and lead the way."
"But you must not take an armed party with you," protested Sin Foo, looking very much aghast.
"My men go with me," Dave replied firmly. "Sir, we cannot have any more nonsense. I am convinced that my countrymen must be prisoners, else they would have come out to greet me before this. Lead the way and I will march my men behind you."
Looking as though he would very much like to say a good deal, Sin Foo led the way around the buildings to the left, thence to the farthest building of all at the rear of the compound. Scattered around the outside of this building were nearly a score of Chinese soldiers carrying their rifles at shoulder arms.
"You have kept the Americans as prisoners, just as I suspected,"
charged Ensign Darrin, turning accusingly upon the under secretary.
"And you forget, Ensign Darrin," retorted Sin Foo, "that his excellency the governor commands here."
"We"ll let it go at that," answered the young ensign, "provided your governor doesn"t attempt to put any crimps in the safety or liberty of my countrymen. Right now, be good enough to order your soldiers away so that there may be no clash between them and my men."
Through the windows of the one-story building Dave Darrin could see several faces of men and women looking eagerly out.
Sullenly, Sin Foo spoke to the Chinese soldiers, who, saluting, withdrew to a distance, though they did not leave the scene. Then a door was flung open, and American citizens began to pour out.
Darting through the foremost of the throng was one handsome young American woman, who, holding her arms outstretched, while eager tears of gladness glistened in her eyes, cried:
"Dave!"
It was Belle Darrin, once Belle Meade, Dave"s schoolgirl sweetheart then, and now his wife.
"You, Belle?" he exclaimed, almost incredulously, as he embraced her.
"I thought you were in Manila, awaiting word when and where to join me."
"I couldn"t wait any longer to join you, so I came up in the last steamer from Manila, and transferred to a river boat at the foot of the river. Aren"t you glad to see me?"
"Glad, indeed!" Dave embraced her again. But he was on duty, and most urgent duty at that. Even further conversation with his beloved wife must wait until he had rightful leisure.
Then his eye fell upon another in the little throng.
"You here, Mr. Pembroke?" Ensign Darrin inquired.
"Yes," confessed the Englishman. "I"m a bit of a rover, you know. Never know where I shall be next."
"And Mr. Pembroke has been extremely kind in helping me on the journey," Belle added brightly. "Mr. Pembroke told me that he had met you in Manila."
Though Dave bowed courteously he couldn"t help feeling dislike of this smooth-talking Pembroke. The latter was an Englishman; then, unless he was serving his country in this part of the world, why wasn"t the fellow at home, doing his bit of military service for Britain? He was young enough, and able-bodied, and England was calling all her younger men to the colors. To Darrin"s mind it was a sheer confession of disgrace for Pembroke to admit that he was merely touring the world at a time when England was demanding service on the battle field from every young Briton who was not otherwise engaged in serving his country.
"When you have time, Mr. Darrin, I"ll claim just a word of greeting,"
said a soft voice, and a gloved hand was held out to Dave.
"So you came through also, Miss Chapin?" Dave inquired, as he took Lucy Chapin"s hand.
"I"m glad to see you, but sorry you"re here," rejoined Dave.