"I was just thinking how mad we are making the captain. He wouldn"t speak to me all through dinner."
"I shall have a word to say to the captain to-morrow that will quite change his att.i.tude."
"What sort of a word?"
"Can"t you guess?"
Before Bobby could answer, their attention was arrested by angry shouts in the street behind them. A drunken sailor, evidently from an English gunboat, was in fierce altercation with his jinrikisha-man, and was announcing to the world, in language compounded of all the oaths in his vocabulary, that he wished to be condemned to Hades if any more pumpkin-headed, pig-tailed c.h.i.n.ks got another bob out of his pocket.
Percival was for hurrying his precious charge past the belligerents and into the hotel, but Bobby insisted upon seeing the end of it.
"That sailor is fixing to get into trouble," she cried. "He doesn"t know what he is doing or saying."
"I dare say he"ll manage very well," said Percival, urging her on.
"But he _isn"t_ managing, He"s making the coolie furious. Don"t let him hit at him like that! See, he"s caught hold of his queue!"
The patient Chinaman had received the supreme insult, and in a second he had flashed a short knife from his belt, and was lunging at the stupid, upturned face of the half-rec.u.mbent sailor.
Percival sprang forward and seized the descending arm. He was not quick enough to arrest the force of the blow, but he succeeded in deflecting its course, and the blade, which would have given the sailor a decent burial at sea, sharply grazed Percival"s wrist, and buried itself in the side of the jinrikisha.
It was all so quickly done that by the time a crowd collected and the big Sikh policeman arrived in his yellow clothes and huge striped turban Percival had got Bobby safely into the hotel lobby. He was exasperated beyond measure that this very evening, of all, should have ended in his partic.i.p.ation in a vulgar street brawl. So far he had succeeded in keeping Bobby from knowing that he was wounded, but the beastly scratch was bleeding furiously, and he had to keep his hand behind, him to prevent her from seeing it.
They hurried through the empty lobby and down the long corridor that led to the elevator. Bobby was full of excitement over the recent adventure and the part Percival had played in it.
"My, but you were quick!" she said as they went up on the elevator. "I had just time to shut my eyes and open them again, and it was all over."
"Nothing to speak of," said Percival, twisting his handkerchief tighter around his throbbing wrist.
"But you don"t mind my being proud of you, do you?" asked Bobby as the elevator stopped at his floor. "When I see a man show courage like that, I just feel as if--as if I"d like to squeeze him."
Percival"s left hand shot out and caught hers to his lips.
"Why, Mr. Has...o...b..!" she cried "What"s the matter with your arm? No, I mean the other one."
"A mere scratch."
"But your sleeve"s cut, and the handkerchief is all blood-stained. Why didn"t you tell me you were hurt?"
"I a.s.sure you it is nothing. Quite all right in the morning. Breakfast with you at nine. Happy dreams!"
Bobby was not to be so easily put off. She insisted upon following him out of the elevator and inspecting the wound,
"Why, it"s dreadful!" she cried. "And it must have been bleeding like this for five minutes! Quick! Where"s your room?"
"But really, my dear girl, I can"t allow this. You must get back into the lift straight away and go up to your room."
"I sha"n"t do anything of the sort until you get Judson or a doctor or somebody."
Percival would have carried his point but for a certain dizziness that had come over him. He put out a hand to steady himself.
"Give me your key!" he heard Bobby saying, and the next instant his door was flung open, the lights were switched on, and he was staggering blindly toward the couch at the foot of the bed. Then there was a furious ringing of bells, a long wait, followed by the appearance of a sleepy Chinese night watchman.
"Gentleman hurt!" cried Bobby. "Get a doctor! Send somebody up here quick! Do you understand?"
"Me savvy," said the Chinaman, calmly. "Doctor no belong Astor Hotel.
All same belong Oliental Hotel."
"I don"t care where he belongs," Bobby cried impatiently. "Get him over the telephone. And send somebody up from the office, do you understand?"
"Oh, yes, me savvy," he said, with the imperturbability of his race.
Percival heard the man"s footsteps dying in the distance, and he made a mighty effort to rouse himself.
"Silly of me to behave like this. Quite all right now, thanks. You must run away before any one comes."
"Why?" demanded Bobby.
"Looks rather queer your being here like this at midnight, you know.
Wouldn"t compromise you for the world."
Bobby was standing at his dressing-table searching for something, and she wheeled upon him indignantly.
"This is no time to be thinking about looks. You lie down and stop talking. Hold your arm up straight, like that. Keep it that way until I come."
He did as she told him, grasping his right wrist in his left hand; but the bright-red blood continued to spurt through his fingers, showing no signs of abating.
"If I could only find a string!" cried Bobby, tossing the contents of his bag this way and that. "Here"s the strap on your toilet-case; perhaps it"ll do."
She knelt beside the couch, and, ripping his sleeve to the elbow, hastily wrapped the leather thong twice about his forearm and slipped the strap into the buckle.
"I"ve got to hurt you," she said resolutely, pulling with nervous strength.
"It"s most awfully good of you," murmured Percival, wearily, setting his teeth and closing his eyes. Despite the pain, the drowsiness was getting the better of him. He felt himself sinking through s.p.a.ce, away from the world, from himself, and, worst of all, from the tender, rea.s.suring voice that kept whispering words of comfort in his ear.
From time to time he was aware of bellboys coming and going, and of apparently futile inquiries for Judson, for the doctor, for Mrs. Weston, for the captain. Then for a long time he was aware of nothing whatever.
A sudden sharp pain in his arm roused him, and he opened his eyes. Bobby still knelt on the floor beside him, unflinchingly holding the strap in place.
"I won"t have this!" he cried, struggling to sit up. "Your lips are trembling. It"s making you ill."
She laid her free hand on his shoulder.
"Please lie still! They"ll be here in a minute. I thought I heard the elevator. It won"t be much longer."
There was the sound of hurrying feet in the hall, and the next instant a quick rap at the door. Bobby looked up with great relief as a burly English physician bustled into the room.
"How long have you had the tourniquet on, Madam?" he asked, stripping off his gloves and falling to work.