"DUTCH COURAGE."
It was the report of a rifle in the clear morning air, fired from the
warehouse gable occupied by the two lookout men.
"The pilates!" shouted Wing exultantly.
"It's our breakfast knocked over, Lynn," cried Blunt. "Come along,
lad."
He led the way out at the double, and the next minute was hailing the
men on the roof.
"See them coming?" he shouted, with his hand to the side of his mouth.
"Yes, sir; half-a-dozen big junks yonder, right across the land there,
in the second great bend of the river, I think."
"Miles away, then?"
"Yes, sir; four or five."
"Then the wind will be sometimes with them, sometimes against. That's
good news, Lynn; we shall be able to have our breakfast in peace, and
digest it in war. Come along in."
"Oh, I couldn't eat now!" cried Stan excitedly, for his heart was giving
big thumps as he gazed right away overland towards where the river
curved round the end of a mountain-spur.
"I thought you meant to help us to beat the enemy off."
"Of course I do," cried Stan.
"Well, a steam-engine won't work without coal, and a human being can't
fight unless you feed him. Come! no nonsense. All our preparations
were made yesterday, so we've nothing to do but man our works."
"So as to be ready?" panted Stan, whose breath came short from
excitement.
"We don't want to be ready two hours too soon, and tire the men out with
anxious watching before the enemy come near. We're going to have a
regular good hearty meal to put strength and courage into us."
"Dutch courage," said Stan rather contemptuously.
"Can't be Dutch courage, because we are all English who are not Chinese.
But that's a stupid old expression, my lad, meaning, of course, that
the Dutch are cowardly. Now, I don't know much about history, but
whenever I've read anything about the Dutch in war, it has gone to prove
that the Hollanders are a thoroughly sturdy, brave, and obstinate set of
men. There! don't get in a nervous state of flurry; it will spoil your
shooting, and I shall want you to fire steadily and well. Why, you
don't want to go into action with your veins jumping and your nerves all
of a slack quiver."
"Of course not," said Stan huskily.
"That's right. You want every string screwed up tight and in the best
of tune, so that you can play an air that will make the savage
scoundrels dance a figure that is quite new to them. Eh?"
"Yes, that's what I want to do," said Stan; "but--"
"Never mind the butting; leave that to the pirates. Let them come and
butt their heads against our wharf. Here, I'm captain of the good ship
Lynn Brothers, and you're only lieutenant, so obey orders.--It's all
right, gentlemen," he continued coolly and pleasantly the next moment to
the little crowd of his people who had hurried out and were waiting for
their orders; "the enemy are coming, just when it seemed as if, after
all our preparations, they had got wind of what was waiting for them and
had made up their minds to disappoint us."
He was interrupted here by a loud cheer, in which the Chinese employees
joined with a peculiar yell, which did not improve the heartiness of the
cheer, but gave it a fierce, rasping, savage tone.
But it evidently meant business, all the same, and altogether seemed to
thrill Stan from top to toe and make him feel, as he put it to himself,
in better heart.
"That sounds right," said Blunt as the cheers died out into what was a
series of vocal Chinese exclamations. "Now listen; we've got a sharp
fight before us, in which we are going to show those savage scoundrels
that they have made the greatest mistake they ever made in their lives."
There was another cheer at this, one in which Stan found himself joining
and waving his cap, just as if it were at home and the cheering had
something to do with a football victory.
"Now," continued Blunt, "I reckon that we have two hours of waiting to
do before the music begins to play, so we'll spend part of the time in
enjoying the breakfast I have ordered to be ready for every one here.
In the name, then, of our employers' son and nephew, I ask you to come
and breakfast with him--all but you two gentlemen up yonder. You must
stay and continue your lookout, but my Chinese servants will bring you
up all you want."
There was another cheer at this--one that threatened to be terribly
prolonged--but Blunt held up his hand.
"That will do for the present; keep the rest of the shouts till we have
driven off the enemy. Now then, pile arms and file in to breakfast. No
ceremony; we must all be equal over this meal, as we shall be when we
are fighting the enemy."
"Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" came in chorus, and the men began to flock in.
"Stop a minute," cried Stan excitedly, catching at his captain's arm.
"What is it?"
"The men on the roof want to say something."
"Do they?--Ahoy, there! What is it?"
"Can't we have a big bamboo up here, sir?" said the clerk who had been
waiting to speak.
"A big bamboo?" cried Blunt. "Do you want to bastinado your comrade?"
"No, no, sir. One of the biggest down yonder in the yard. If you sent
us up a rope, sir, we could haul the great pole up and lash it to this
chimney-stack. We feel as if we ought to have a Union-jack hoisted up
here."
"Why, of course," cried Stan excitedly.
"Yes--of course," cried Blunt. "I'm glad you mentioned it. I never
thought of that. But there's plenty of time. Breakfast first, and the
flag afterwards. Come along, Lynn."
"Oh, don't--pray don't take things so coolly," whispered Stan as they
climbed in over the tea-chest wall.
"Why not? We must be cool, my lad, if we wish to win."
"Yes; I suppose so. But hadn't we better get the flag up first, and
then it will be done?"
"No," said Blunt shortly. "I'm not going to do anything till all our
men have had a good meal. I'm not going to drive my team till every
horse has had his corn, so in with you."
"I suppose he's right," thought Stan; "but I couldn't take matters like
that with the enemy coming slowly and surely on."
Right or wrong, Blunt took the head of the table, and made ready for
Stan to sit on his right. Directly after the rattle of knives and forks
began, the Chinese servants placed great steaming mugs of coffee at
every man's side, and the thick slices of bread-and-butter which kept
coming in relays seemed to melt off the dishes as if they were a
confection of ice, while the tall coffee-urns ran more and more dry,
till there was a general falling-off in the demands for more, and the
manager's stores had shrunk to the lowest ebb.
"Now then," he cried suddenly, rising and beating the side of his
coffee-mug with a spoon, "there's plenty of time, so file off quietly;
but every man will now take his place. All of you remember this,
however--that Mr Lynn and I want prudence, not rashness. When the
firing begins every man is to make as much use as he can of his shelter.
Some of us must be hit, but the fewer the better."
There was a cheer at this.
"No more cheering," cried Blunt firmly. "This is business, not
pleasure. Now, one more thing I want you all to remember. When you aim
at a man and draw trigger, it is not for the sake of making a noise, but
for every one to prove his marksmanship and get rid of one enemy. That
is all; now in silence, please, every man to his appointed station."
The men, Europeans and Asiatics, filed out quietly, each man taking his
rifle from where he had leaned it against the wall, and Stan turned to
Blunt's chief servant.
"Have you taken breakfast to Mr Wing?" he said.
The man smiled and nodded.
"Did he eat it?"
"Yes; eat and dlink muchee," replied the man, with a broad smile, just
as Blunt turned to the lad.
"I've got a flag about as big as a moderate tablecloth," he said.
"We'll send that up to the roof by one of the stoutest Chinamen, along
with a rope. Come and let us make two of the others pick out a large
bamboo."
This was all quickly done. The rope was lowered from where the two
sentries and the sturdy picked Chinaman were standing by the
chimney-stack, and directly after a stout twenty-foot pole was made
fast, hauled up, and the flag secured to the end; and as there were no
halyards attached, it was raised against the chimney-stack and secured
by the big Chinaman, the rope having been cut in half so as to lash the
bamboo in two places, and wedges driven in afterwards to tighten the
rope to the greatest extent.
Another cheer which arose was not checked, for it was when the light
morning breeze made the folds open out to float well over the centre of
the big building, even Blunt and Stan joining in the salute of the flag
whose united crosses seemed to promise victory for the brave defenders
of the solitary _hong_.
"That's a good job done, Lynn," said Blunt; "and I'm very glad it was
suggested. The men will fight all the better for it. I almost feel as
if I shall."
"Yes; it seems to put courage and confidence into one," said the lad
warmly; and then he coloured a little, for it seemed to him just then,
as he met his leader's eye, that Blunt was watching in a curiously
inquiring way, looking, Stan thought, as if he felt a good deal of doubt
as to how the lad was going to behave.
And all this time the great junks came slowly and steadily on, growing
more and more distinct from the defences, but still seeming as if they
were sailing right through the waving fields of growing grain.
Blunt had his glass in hand now where he stood in the little bale-made
bastion, and after a good look he handed it to his companion.
"Have a good squint, my lad," he said. "I make it that it will be quite
half-an-hour before the leading junk comes round the bend into the
straight part of the river, and even then it will take another half-hour
before they have run down to us."
"Yes; I can see the matting sails very clearly now," said Stan after a
good look, "but the hulls are quite hidden by the fields."
"Yes, and will be till they reach the straight reach of the river. But
I expect they are all crammed with men. How many junks can you make
out?"
"Six," said Stan.
"Yes, that is what I saw. Now let us have a quiet walk round amongst
the men and see if anything is needed to better the defence."
Stan followed his leader, whose first examination was of the two
doorways through which the defenders must pass when they gave up or were
driven from their fragile wall.
Everything was as it should be; the doors were wide-open, but ready for
closing, and half-a-dozen short, stout pieces of plank were standing in
sight, waiting for placing and securing inside the door after it was
closed. Even the holes were made ready for the insertion of big screws
instead of nails, and all was in charge of two Chinese carpenters, with
assistants ready to hold the plank while it was being screwed tightly to
the door-posts.
Both doors were in the same state of preparation, and Blunt nodded his
satisfaction.
"Capital," he cried.
"If the men are not scared away by a rush of the enemy," said Stan
thoughtfully.
"That we must chance," said Blunt. "But I do not think we shall be
troubled that way, for the men who are retiring from the wall must keep
the enemy in check. I propose being at the farther door: do you feel as
if you could stand your ground with some of the men to hold this door
till all is safe?"
"I haven't much confidence in myself," said Stan rather excitedly, "but
I will try my best."
"You can't do better," replied Blunt quietly.
"You see, I am not a man," added Stan.
"No, not in years; but you can try to act like one."
"Yes, I'll do that," said Stan.
"And here's a bit of encouragement for you. I shall have four of our
best fellows at each of the windows over these two doors. They'll keep
up such a rifle-rattle as is bound to check the Chinamen for a bit,
besides which the men with you will keep on shooting till the last board
is in its place."
"And what about fire?"
"Ah! that's the weak spot, my lad," said Blunt, with a sigh. "They may
not think of burning us out, but if they do--well, we have our supply of
water and the buckets all ready. We can do no more. If they do start a
blaze we must put it out. That is all that need be said: _must_ put it
out; and we will."
A look round on the first floor showed everything ready for the defence
that could be devised, and after inspecting this, with the open windows
and breastworks ready for firing over, Blunt descended with his young
lieutenant to inspect the cartridge supplies, one of the most trusted
clerks being in charge of these. And then, to Stan's intense
satisfaction, for he had long been all of a fret, Blunt led the way out
to the wharf, where the lad started in wonder, if not in alarm, to see
the progress the junks had made: for there they were, six in all, well
in the strait, and sailing steadily down like gigantic, great-eyed
water-dragons making for the victims it was their mission to destroy.
For clearly enough now, as they were seen end-on by the watchers, each
displayed on either bow a huge, grotesque, but cleverly painted eye,
giving them the aspect of fabled monsters of the deep which had risen to
the surface in search of prey, and were now leering with malicious
satisfaction as they glided on.