"I"ll give a knock," he whispered. "When he calls I"ll push the door open and announce Tsu-Hi. Enter at once without hesitation. But first, pull that cap well down over your eyes. That"ll do. Walk straight across the room. He"s nearly certain to follow. Then I"ll jump on his back. Got it?"
d.i.c.k grinned. He had got the plan securely. The effort he was about to make was just the one to delight him. It appealed to his merry mind, for the idea was so bold that there was huge excitement in the attempt to carry it out. How he longed to bring about the discomfiture of this rascal, for David had told him enough to allow him to gather what had happened, though it was hard to believe that the man who had married his friend"s stepmother could from England, so far away, control the action of an accomplice in China. Chang was an out and out ruffian, he told himself, but nothing in comparison with Ebenezer Clayhill.
"Righto!" he smiled. "I"m ready. You bet, I"ll be his haughtiness himself."
"Enter," came a sharp summons from inside, as David knocked. "Enter, and welcome."
"I don"t think," muttered d.i.c.k, with a grin. "Open it, David, my boy."
It would have done the Professor"s jovial heart a world of good could he have seen how the young fellow carried himself. It seemed that d.i.c.k was a born actor. He waited tranquilly for David to push the door open, and then, with hands tucked well within his sleeves, and his magazine pistol secured within one of them, he advanced pompously and slowly, casting a single glance at the individual who had summoned him to enter. It was Chang without a doubt. He had risen from the table pen in hand--for he had been writing--and stood aside to allow free pa.s.sage to his Excellency, kow-towing deeply.
"His Excellency, Tsu-Hi," announced David, mimicking as well as he was able the voice of the Tartar he represented.
"Enter, and welcome to His Highness."
Chang kow-towed even more deeply, turning as d.i.c.k pa.s.sed him. A second later he was sprawling on the floor, for David had leaped upon him, gripping him by the neck with both hands and capsizing him completely.
As for d.i.c.k, he turned instantly, raced to the door and closed it, and then very coolly presented his weapon at the head of the individual to whom he had made a visit.
"Just one word," he whispered, in execrable Chinese, "and there won"t be a Chang left to worry us. Just one little word, my friend."
"Get up!" commanded David, for Chang had become of a sudden but a limp heap of terrified humanity. "Don"t worry him with your Chinese, dear boy. He understands and speaks English as well almost as we do. But listen to this, you rascal. If you stir an inch or make a sound you"ll be shot without mercy. Now, stand there. No humbug, mind you."
Leaving d.i.c.k still with his weapon at Chang"s head David went to the door and completely closed it, having first of all peeped out into the pa.s.sage. Then he returned, and sat himself down in the seat which the rascal had but lately vacated. There was an ornamental ink-pot within reach, while the pen which Chang had been using lay on the floor where he had dropped it. And just in front of David was a sheet of Chinese paper, on which the rascal had been writing. It is not the sort of thing that a decent Englishman does to read correspondence meant for other people. But here there was more than sufficient excuse. Chang might have been putting down some orders respecting his prisoners. David picked up the paper and held it closer. Then he started violently; for the Chinaman was using English, and the letter was addressed to Ebenezer Clayhill.
"SIR--This is to inform you that David Harbor, he of whom you spoke to me, has come by a misfortune at Hatsu, a walled city in northern China. He was accused with another of bringing plague to the people, and though the Governor attempted to protect him, the mob seized him during his Excellency"s absence. He was beheaded this morning. Such news ent.i.tles your servant to the payment of one thousand pounds. Be so good as to mail it to the firm of Kung Kow, at Shanghai. Within I send you an official notice of the death vouched for by the British Consul.
CHANG."
David gasped. The words made him tingle all over. He glared at the prisoner as if he could eat him. And then he laughed. He rocked to and fro on the low Chinese stool, stifling his merriment as well as he was able.
"Of all the bits of cheek that I ever met, this really beats everything," he declared. "Here, read it, d.i.c.k; I"ll put my pistol to this rascal"s head willingly."
He rose from his seat, and with the practice he had already had with the Governor of Hatsu, contrived to apply his revolver in a manner which made the trembling Chang squirm. Indeed, utter ruffian as Chang had proved himself to be, not alone by his recent interview with our hero, but by reason of the words which he had written, it was not surprising that such an one should turn out to be a coward of the worst description. Cruelty and courage do not often go together. The man who loves to browbeat others, and thrust his fellows into unpleasant places, likes least of all retaliation. Chang squirmed beneath the touch of the cold muzzle. He whined for mercy, and then sank in a dead faint on the floor. Meanwhile d.i.c.k had slowly read the letter, and from what his friend had already told him was quick to gather its meaning. One might have expected the merry fellow to roar as David had done, to see the funny point in this amazing writing; but there were some things which d.i.c.k resented, and this cold-blooded announcement of David"s death, before that ceremony had taken place, rendered him furious.
"Of all the cold-blooded diabolical plots I ever heard or read of this is the worst," he said. "David, you will pocket that letter."
"Why?"
"So as to prove the guilt of this Ebenezer Clayhill."
"No, thank you," declared our hero, slowly, "There"s been enough stirring of mud in our family. I don"t want the world to know that I"ve such a connection."
"Perhaps not. There"s no need; the possession of this will make that ruffian retire from the position he has taken up with regard to you. He will no longer contend that his wife comes in for Edward Harbor"s possessions. Anyway, I"ll pocket the letter. We can discuss the matter later on. Now? What next. We kill this fellow."
He was as cool as possible as he made the request. There was an angry iciness about d.i.c.k to which David was entirely a stranger. But he realised some of the thoughts pa.s.sing through his friend"s mind, and appreciated his att.i.tude.
"Kill him," he answered. "Certainly not. For the moment it is necessary that he and I should change places."
"What! More disguises? Why?"
"Because Chang, the friend of Tsu-Hi, your own n.o.ble self, is a far more important being than is the humble individual I at present represent.
Let"s take him along to the place where we"ve left our prisoners. I"ll do the changing there. By the way, bring some paper and that pot of ink.
Now, blow the light out. I"ll see to this ruffian."
"He went out of the door, dragging the senseless body of Chang after him, and with d.i.c.k to help him soon arrived at the cell where Tsu-Hi lay glaring. Then David clambered to the window, and looking out, called to Jong. The faithful fellow popped out of the shadow instantly.
"Come over to the door. I want to speak to you," called David, and promptly slid back into the prison. "Now," he said, when at last Jong was before him, just within the pa.s.sage. "We"ve captured a man called Chang, who was the cause of this attack, and also Tsu-Hi, the deputy-governor. Our aim and object is to get securely outside the city.
Are you afraid to return to the palace with an order written by the governor himself? It needs courage, but the scheme should not fail. This is what his Excellency will write:--
"Hand over to the bearer of this letter the six ponies and the possessions of the foreign devils. Send also a cart with a strong animal between the shafts, and three men to help with the loading. Despatch a man to the northern gate of the city, and warn the guard that his Excellency comes with two in his service. There must be no challenge. He must be pa.s.sed through in silence, for he bears important prisoners."
Now, Jong, are you afraid?"
The Chinaman giggled. Perhaps he had caught some of David"s own enthusiasm, or some of d.i.c.k"s reckless jollity.
"Likee dat," he said. "Me go sure. Not know Jong "t "all at de palace.
Wait here for the letter?"
"Yes. Then go quickly. Make no noise when you return, but wait outside till I fetch you. Then do as I order. I will be with you in a few minutes."
The lad"s busy brain had been exceedingly active, while he had mapped out a course of action likely enough to stagger the placid folks of Hatsu city, and one, moreover, which would probably defeat the deputy-governor and the rascal who had aided and, indeed, instigated the attack made upon our hero and his comrades. David slipped back to join d.i.c.k, only to find Chang still semi-conscious. As for the others, the Tartar snored stertorously, not having yet shaken off the effects of the blow he had received, while the deputy-governor, wriggling in his bonds, looked the quintessence of rascality.
"Prop him up," commanded David. "Now show him your pistol."
d.i.c.k did it with a vengeance. He demonstrated his power to the exceeding discomfort of Tsu-Hi, not to mention the damaging of his dignity.
"Now loose his hands, and put the pen and ink and paper before him.
That"s right; I"m going to stir Chang into sensibility."
There was a jar of water in the cell, and David liberally sprinkled the countenance of Chang with it. In a little while he had the fellow seated on the edge of the kang.
"Listen to this," he commanded sternly; "you will tell the Governor what to write, and will see that he puts down what I dictate. If there is a mistake, if there is a secret warning in his letter, then----"
d.i.c.k jerked his head on one side in an expressive manner. "You"ve pretty well guessed what"ll happen," he laughed drily. "Just you don"t be foxy."
Nor did Chang attempt such boldness. The man was in the depths of terror, and thinking perhaps to lighten his own punishment, eagerly dictated David"s words to the Governor. As for the latter, the revolver tickling the nape of his neck was such strong persuasion that he wrote with a swiftness there was no gainsaying.
"Tie him up again," commanded our hero, when the note was finished.
"Now, d.i.c.k, shoot this beggar if he dares to move while I"m absent. I am merely going to the door. Let him get ready to make an exchange of clothing."
He went at once into the pa.s.sage, and handed the note to Jong, who scanned it eagerly. "Me lead samee as you, misser Davie," he said. "Dis allee lightee. No one tink dat dat not come from Tsu-Hi. Ebely one leady to obey."
He went off at a run down the moon-lit street, careless if he were observed, now that he had that important letter. David watched him depart, and then strolled back to the cell. He began to feel that the worst part of their troubles were over, as if safety lay before them.
The lines left his forehead as he thought of the success which had already attended their efforts, while he smiled a meaning smile as he began to pull off his clothing.
"Strip yours," he commanded Chang. "Quick with it."
"And am I to dress in those of the Tartar, Excellency?" asked the wretch.
"Just as you like. In any case I"m going to provide you with another covering. I don"t fancy there"ll be any chance of your getting cold."