When the mists had cleared away she saw a weird scene about her: hundreds of j.a.panese men and women, speaking in low angry voices which somehow reminded her of the breaking of the surf on the beach--perhaps because the j.a.panese language has a sing-song rhythm. The little boy, apparently limp and lifeless, lay in his sister"s arms. Komatsu had leapt clear over the front of the car and pushed his way through the people gathered about them. With a hand as skillful as a doctor"s he felt the child"s pulse and placed his ear over his heart.
"Baby only make believe dead," he said. "Honorable heart beating all same like steam engine."
At these hopeful words Miss Campbell came to herself with a start. For a moment she had been faint and sick with the notion of what had happened.
Never before in all their thousands of miles of touring in the "Comet"
had they injured so much as a fly; and now to run down a little child! It was too dreadful to contemplate.
"Komatsu," she ordered, in an unsteady voice, "tell the girl to get in and we will take her brother to the nearest doctor."
Komatsu conveyed this message to the stricken sister, who shook her head violently.
"Honorable devil-wagon shoot pistol. j.a.panese no likee," he said.
Closer and closer pressed the tense mob about the party. These courteous and gentle j.a.panese had suddenly been transformed into a fierce, savage people.
From one end of j.a.pan to the other a child is considered a sacred thing.
If Billie had injured a grown person the public sentiment would not have been so strong, but to harm one of these little "treasure flowers" was to strike at the very heart of the nation.
"Can"t you understand that we are sorry and anxious to help you?" cried Miss Campbell, addressing the mob, but her voice was lost in the subdued threatening murmur which sounded like distant thunder heralding the approach of a storm.
"Good heavens, Komatsu, what are we to do? The child might be saved if they would only listen to reason."
"People no likee honorable devil-wagon. Going breaking little pieces all same like sticks."
"No, no, they must not," e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Billie. "We are sorry," she cried, stretching out her hands appealingly to the circle of j.a.panese pressed around the car. "We didn"t mean to do it."
In the meantime Miss Campbell had produced her bottle of smelling salts, the same that had accompanied her on all her trips, and climbed out of the car. With a motion imperious and compelling she pushed aside the men and women in the circle.
The sister had laid the child on the ground and was kneeling beside him.
Komatsu knelt on the other side, feeling the little legs and body.
"No break bones," he said briefly.
Miss Campbell sat on the ground by the unconscious child, wondering vaguely if she would ever rise again.
"They may tear us to pieces before we get back. They are like an angry, silent pack of wolves," she thought to herself. "Komatsu," she said aloud, "I believe he has fainted from fright," She put the smelling bottle to the baby"s funny snub nose.
Presently the boy opened his eyes.
At this moment from the midst of the crowd there came a strange shrill cry and a distracted looking woman began beating and fighting her way toward the group.
"Honorable mother come in big hurry," said Komatsu, in a low voice.
"Gracious lady, take jinriksha. Honorable quickness best now."
"But the child isn"t injured, Komatsu. Look, he"s opened his eyes and he"s going to sit up. It was simply fright."
"No like honorable devil-wagon," went on Komatsu steadily.
While this low, rapid dialogue was taking place Billie, standing on the front seat of the "Comet" on the lookout for help, saw something that made her blood turn cold. A band of fierce looking young men in j.a.panese costume was approaching on the run. The leader was brandishing a short knife with a two-edged glittering blade and the others flourished sword canes. Billie was thankful that Miss Campbell was too much occupied at that moment in a.s.suring the poor mother that her child was not injured to notice this murderous looking company. Komatsu had quietly placed himself beside the car, faithful soul, ready to die in the service of his ladies.
Were they all going to be cut to pieces or was only the "Comet" to be sacrificed in revenge for the accident?
The Motor Maids exchanged frightened glances.
"If I only knew six words in j.a.panese," thought Billie.
"Make honorable quickness to descend, gracious lady. Come, come," Komatsu urged. "To jinriksha. Leave red devil-wagon. This place no good for staying in."
"Oh, Komatsu, try and reason with them," pleaded Billie. "We don"t want to lose the "Comet," It wasn"t his fault. He was going quite slowly. He didn"t mean to hurt the little boy. He"s the kindest hearted old thing.
It wasn"t anybody"s fault. Can"t you tell them that?"
Billie was too distracted and unhappy to realize how absurd her words might have sounded to any English-speaking person. It had always seemed to her that a real heart beat somewhere in the mechanical organism of the red motor. Gasoline was his life"s blood and his pulse-beats were only the throb of the engine, but, to Billie, he was a faithful and devoted soul and she was not quite prepared to say what she would do in order to save him from destruction.
However, at the moment that the band of young men, scarcely more than boys any of them, reached the car, some one sprang into the machine from the other side.
Turning quickly, Billie was confronted by a tall, slender young woman in a white serge suit and a big black hat. She had a dark, creamy complexion, dark eyes that slanted slightly and hair of a queer mousy shade of brown.
"Wait," said the stranger, "I will speak to them," and mounting the seat, she addressed the crowd in their own tongue with extraordinary fluency, the girls thought, remembering what they had heard concerning the difficulties of that language. There was an elegance and fascination indescribable about the stranger. Nancy recognized her instantly as the lady in the garden. Miss Campbell knew her as Mme. Fontaine, newspaper correspondent. The others in the party imagined her to be almost anything romantic and interesting; perhaps a foreign princess; a great actress; something remarkable, surely.
In a beautiful, cultured voice, far reaching in spite of its soft tones, she harangued the mult.i.tude which little by little fell back. The group of fierce young men put away their weapons and disappeared in the mob.
The little boy, the cause of all the trouble, was now standing on his feet blinking his eyes at Miss Campbell. How the picture was stamped on their minds like a vividly colored print!
Miss Campbell took out her purse and gave the mother of the boy some money. Being still quite ignorant of j.a.panese coinage she did not pause to make any laborious calculations, but poured all the money in the purse into the woman"s outstretched hand. It must have been an undreamed-of sum, for the mother"s face was wreathed in delighted smiles. She bowed until her forehead almost touched the ground, as did the witnesses of this princely generosity.
"It"s all over now," said Mme. Fontaine, stepping down from the seat and smiling at Billie. "You had a bad quarter of an hour, though, I fear."
"I don"t know how we can ever thank you," exclaimed Billie. "You not only saved the car from destruction, but you may have saved us, too. There"s no telling how far they would have gone once they got started."
"No, no, they would not have harmed you, but they might have injured the car. They are a good deal like children, but they are not butchers. I think they admired your courage, too, for not deserting the sinking ship."
Miss Campbell now approached and held out her hand gratefully.
"You are heaping coals of fire on my head, Mme. Fontaine," she said.
"Yesterday I refused to grant you a favor and to-day you are placing us everlastingly in your debt."
"No, no, you must not put it that way," said the other woman, with a graceful movement of protest. "You were quite right not to be interviewed if you did not wish it. Some Americans do not object to publicity, you know. One can never tell. But what I did just now any other person who spoke both languages would have been glad to do."
The end of the episode was that Mme. Fontaine waited with Miss Campbell and the three girls, while Billie, in the center of a curious circle of onlookers and with the help of Komatsu, put on a new tire.
"Are you in a "riksha?" asked Miss Campbell of their deliverer. "We would be glad if you would let us take you back to Tokyo in the car. My young cousin is a careful and experienced chauffeur. This is the only accident of the sort we have ever had and I think it was entirely the fault of the child."
"Oh, I am not in the least timid in motor cars and I accept with pleasure," answered Mme. Fontaine quickly.
Some twenty minutes later, with Komatsu running ahead to clear the road, the "Comet" threaded his way at a snail"s pace along the Arakawa Ridge.
No doubt his mechanical organism, which Billie had endowed with a soul, heaved a sigh of relief when they took the road home.
"Who were the young men with the knives and sword canes, Mme. Fontaine?"
asked Mary on the way back.