A DARING ATTEMPT.
It was a hot, sultry night, but in the Legations people had other things
to think of besides the weather. Another day of suspense and agitation
had passed. An Envoy had appeared, and a letter couched in the usual
terms of studied Chinese politeness, purporting to be from Prince Ching,
had been discovered posted on the gates. They were grieved indeed that
the foreigners had broken the peace by firing on their troops, thus
stirring up unfriendly relations! Their only wish was to establish
peace, and they concluded by suggesting that all the foreign ministers
should leave the Legations in detachments, to be protected by
trustworthy officers whom the Chinese would themselves select; so great
was their affection for the foreigners, and so intense their anxiety to
protect them! But _not a single armed foreign soldier_ could be
permitted to pass out, as this would only have caused doubt and
suspicion in the breasts of the peaceable Chinese! An answer must be
sent at once, or consequences might follow which it would be impossible
to prevent, notwithstanding the depth and extent of their affection for
all the foreigners residing in the Legations at Pekin! This manifesto
was read and re-read, and received the contempt and derision it
deserved. Did they really think, men asked themselves, that they would
abandon the Chinese Christians who had stood by them so loyally, to be
deserted and massacred; had they forgotten Cawnpore, with its nameless
horrors; and were they going to leave their wives and children at the
mercy of these polite demons, without striking a blow in their defence?
No, a thousand times no; in whatever else they might differ they were
all at one here; they might temporize to gain time, but at their post in
the Legation they would remain until death or relief came--and from
Christian hearts prayer went up to One who was able and willing to help.
Colonel Leicester paced restlessly to and fro in front of the pavilion.
It was late, but he could take no rest--his stern face was furrowed with
care, and there were lines about his eyes and mouth which had not been
there a short time previously. Wang had been with him that day--Wang had
often been with him lately. It was difficult to get into the Legation,
but for astuteness Wang had not his equal, and he expected a large
reward. The Colonel knew that his child and her friend were safe, still
he felt wretchedly anxious and unhappy, especially on account of Nina's
illness; and the worst of it was, his hands were tied; there was nothing
for it but to wait--he could not leave the Legation, even if he had been
able to do so; it would not be right to desert his post, his honour
forbade that; besides, it would have been certain death, and he had no
wish to risk the certainty of leaving his child unprotected. For Captain
Ross it was the same. Half distraught when he first discovered that his
wife was missing, he had begged the Colonel to let him go and see what
he could do to recover her and Nina, or avenge their death; indeed, it
was with the greatest difficulty that the Colonel prevented him from
precipitating himself over the wall into the seething cauldron outside.
After a time he grew calmer. News was brought that his beloved one was
in comparative safety, that there was no immediate danger. Still he
could not rest--it was torture to imagine what might be taking place,
and yet he could do nothing. He tore his hair and wrung his hands in
agony. A common sorrow is a wonderful cementer of friendship, and the
two men were drawn very close to each other during that awful time. But
to-night Captain Ross was absent on duty, and his place by the Colonel's
side was occupied by a younger man. It was a young, eager, boyish face
that looked up at the Colonel, a young voice trembling with emotion that
spoke with eager entreaty. "I shall not be missed, I don't count for
anything; do let me go, sir. I can't bear to think of Mrs. Ross and
Miss--Miss Leicester being in danger with no one to do anything for them
but these Chinese devils."
The Colonel's face took on, if possible, an added shade of sternness,
but he did not speak.
"You know, sir, what a relief it would be to you and Captain Ross; you
cannot go--of course that goes without saying--but I can, and this very
night, if only you will give the necessary permission."
"Crawford," said the Colonel, kindly, laying his hand on the young man's
shoulder, "do you know what you are doing? As surely as you leave here
you go to certain death, and how can I, even for the sake of my own and
only child, send you to that death? It would be murder, you have not
counted the cost."
The young man lifted his face, pale with the fixity of a noble resolve,
and his brilliant blue eyes shone like stars in the dusk.
"I _have_ counted the cost," he said, fervently, "I _must_ go. If you
withhold your permission out of consideration for my life, then, though
I have never been insubordinate before, I shall be now. I go to-night."
The Colonel seized his hand and wrung it.
"Then go," he said, "go, and God bless you, and be merciful to me," he
added, brokenly.
"Amen," Mr. Crawford reverently murmured, adding in his full, rich
voice, "The Lord knoweth them that trust in Him."
"You are a good fellow, Crawford," said the Colonel, "you know I have
never been a great talker. Perhaps I ought to have said more to you
young fellows, but I must say one thing, and it is this: I cannot
understand what men can do at times like these without a saving faith in
Christ."
"I know that I should be lost without Him," replied the subaltern,
simply.
The two men then began to speak in hurried whispers; it seemed a relief
after the tension and indecision of the last few moments to have decided
upon some course of action. After conversing together earnestly for a
few minutes they retraced their steps to the Colonel's quarters, and for
a long time after that silence reigned so far as they were concerned.
The night was comparatively still--every now and then flames leapt up
into the sky, telling the story that another house had been wrecked by
the Boxers, or the stillness was broken by their shrill cries; like
beasts of prey they awoke, in the darkness, to prowl about seeking whom
they might devour and destroy.
* * * * *
Two hours later, when the clocks pointed their hands to midnight, two
Chinamen might have been seen stealing from the Colonel's quarters. The
Colonel's dog must have been a bad house dog, for he seemed rather
pleased than otherwise, and wagged his tail appreciatively when the
younger of the two men put out his hand to stroke him; the guard, too,
allowed them to pass; indeed, until they passed the outmost sentry, no
one impeded their progress.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
"A friend."
The voice was the voice of Jacob! He must indeed have been a clever
Chinaman to speak English with that intonation: and yet the sentry
hesitated; here were two Chinese stealing out of the camp, and to all
appearance hailing from the Colonel's quarters. The sentry's challenge,
clear, and incisive, rang out on the night air; but they knew the
password, that was enough for him; he had no business to detain them.
The two figures stole silently on until they reached the wall--now if
their progress was not arrested here, all might still be well, but, if
the British saw them, and an alarm was given, they might be shot as they
dropped over the wall.
"I had not reckoned on this," said the younger man of the two, "We run
more risk here than outside the Legation."
"That is true, sir," replied the other, deferentially, "but everything
seems pretty quiet now, this is our best time." They looked cautiously
round--not a soul was in view. In the distance they heard the tramp of
the guard--every now and then a shrill cry from the besiegers rent the
air, and flames shot up into the sky from the burning houses, but no
immediate danger appeared to threaten them.
"Now, sir," said the elder of the two, who seemed to possess the agility
of a cat. In a moment he had scaled the wall and prepared to lower
himself on the other side.
"Leave the talking to me, sir; it will be best for you to be silent."
"Yes, yes," agreed the other, hastily, "you may be quite sure I shall
risk nothing; too much depends upon it," he added under his breath.
They had reached the top of the wall in safety and were about to lower
themselves on the other side, when all of a sudden the silence of the
night was broken; they were discovered and the alarm was given--the
sharp whiz of a bullet passed within an inch of their faces.
"Down, sir! Down quick for your life!"
In less time than it takes to write it, the two men had dropped silently
over the wall, and were now running as fast as they could from the
Legation.
"Keep as much under cover as possible, sir, or they will mark us down."
"I never thought of this," said Mr. Crawford, laughing. "My friends are
more to be feared than yours."
"Oh, we shall come upon mine soon enough, sir," Wang replied, "and then
it will be best for you to be silent."
He had hardly finished speaking when they almost ran into a company of
Boxers, but with great adroitness, Wang contrived to mingle and join
with them, raising the cry as he did so, "Sha, sha, sha." They kept
with them until the Chinese began to loot and burn some buildings, then
they slipped off.
"Now, sir, we are safe, unless we meet any of the men who were here the
day the ladies were taken." They were passing, as he spoke, the rude
hall where Lilian and Nina so nearly lost their lives.
As they left it behind they heaved a sigh of relief.
"We are very near now, sir; the secret entrance, known only to Mr. Li
and myself, is just ahead; I will wait here in case anyone comes up, and
distract their attention whilst you make the entrance. About twenty
yards ahead you will see a curious stone in the ground, close by the
plane tree; measure again six feet from that, and you will come to
another tree; hit the tree three times smartly and they will let you
in."
Mr. Crawford walked on quickly. Time was passing; there was already a
glimmering of dawn in the East. It was necessary that he should effect
an entrance, and also necessary that the entrance should not be betrayed
to the enemy. His heart beat high, the goal was almost reached, and
half, at least, of his mission had been accomplished. He approached the
tree indicated, hit it three times smartly with his sword, and then
waited anxiously. After a few seconds, which seemed to him of
interminable length, he thought he distinguished a faint sound beneath
him, but, to his horror, he saw a party of men approaching from the road
down which he had just come. He had only just time to slip behind the
plane tree, and from this post of observation he noticed that Wang was
talking to them, and had adroitly contrived to distract their attention;
he was pointing to the hall in the distance, and they were all eagerly
looking the other way.