He worked ceaselessly in his head at a plan of action as they cautiously
approached the township, which had once been a place of importance but
had now fallen into the greatest decay. He wished to be fully provided
with subterfuges against all possible contingencies. He had a deep
feeling of excitement--the conviction that the great test of his ability
was slowly coming nearer. For now there were but twenty miles of the
journey left, and at any moment it might become imperative for him to
risk everything in a quick forward rush. His intelligent eyes were here,
there, and everywhere.
The others were likewise very much on the _qui vive_. They talked
incessantly of all possible perils, commiserating with one another at
being abroad in such times as these. Each step forward seemed to be
taken more reluctantly than the last. Now that they were face to face
with real danger, they had every wish to turn back.
A few hundred yards from the broken mud wall of the township the whole
party halted as by a common impulse, wondering aloud what they should
do. Then, very deliberately, they approached some country folks who had
stood watching them from the distance, half-hidden behind some trees.
With friendly calls and waving hands they marched up, hoping that they
would hear something reassuring.
Nevertheless these people could tell them very little. They declared,
however, that the reports that all the soldiers had gone for good were
not quite true. Small detachments were constantly arriving and
disappearing, every man in the provincial militia being mustered out to
fight the foreign invader. Only that morning a body of infantry had
passed this way, but whether they were still in the township they had
not heard. As for the foreign devils, they had not been driven into the
sea. On the contrary they had become stronger. They held all the country
round the seaport, and it was said that many thousands more were pouring
in. In any case fighting would continue for a long time. The foreign
army was determined to march on the capital. It was not known whether
the provincial troops could entirely stop them. There were disagreements
among the commanders already; and shots had been exchanged.
This news was so surprising to the three wool-dealers, that they sat
down on a fallen tree-trunk and began talking to one another in deep
undertones. The boy muttered angrily to himself at the stupidity of
these peasants. He suspected that the wool-dealers were concerting a new
plan whereby they might slip away round the contending armies and reach
their destination by a totally new route. Their one and only interest
was their stock of wool. They had already mentioned the feasibility of
making a great detour to the south to gain the coast. Then, by embarking
on a junk a hundred miles or so away, they could safely reach the
harbour without seeing a single soldier. This would be no doubt wise for
them, but for him it would mean a delay of many days--a disastrous
delay. The boy cursed them under his breath for their cowardice and
wondered whether he should not leave them at once. On the other hand, if
he went on alone he would be stripped of protection. Masked by their
presence, no one could suspect him of being a secret messenger.
"And is there security here?" inquired one of the dealers at last
terminating this confidential discussion.
The peasants shook their heads.
"How is it possible to talk of security, when we fear at any moment the
resumption of fighting? As it is, until the _kaoliang_ is cut there will
be no protection from the robber-bands who lurk in the tall grain far
and wide, following close on the heels of the soldiers."
"Robber bands!" cried the wool-dealers despairingly, starting up with
fear.
"Yes," chorussed the peasants. "Here the bands have made so much in
ransoms that they can afford to rest a while from their
labours--everything has been taken from us, all our poor savings. But
the country to the southeast is not yet clear. We have just heard of a
man at Ko-chuan who has been carried off and held for a big sum, the
ransom even including firearms. Such is the audacity of these brigands
that they force their victims to send their families into the towns to
buy their weapons. We ourselves were watching your honourable selves
approaching, fearing some wile or stratagem; for often does it happen
that these men ply their trade in the guise of innocent travellers."
The oldest of the three wool-dealers, who had grey hair and a face
mottled from over-indulgence in wine, gave voice to his fears openly and
unashamedly. But Wang the Ninth smiled to himself, greatly relieved. Now
he knew that these three would never dare to go to the southeast to
reach the coast.
"This is indeed a country without administration! The people are
oppressed by dangers from within and without and it is impossible to
know where to flee for safety. And the Sword Society, have we them also
to expect?" Although the old wool-dealer ended the phrase indignantly,
he used a polite term for fear that there might be adherents listening.
"They are those also inside the walls--" rejoined one of the countrymen,
pointing to the township. "But at the beginning of the trouble the
soldiers fired on them for failing to make good their promise that they
were invulnerable and could instantly defeat the foreign devils. They
are not highly valued here."
"We are saved from one ceremony," rejoined the dealer irately. "Six
times have I kowtowed in the dust since the Sword Society was
established."
"The day is not early," interrupted Wang the Ninth, anxious to make
retreat impossible. "We have learnt all there is to learn. Those who
intend to proceed had better delay no longer since night will soon
fall."
He had been squatting motionless on his buttocks--tracing designs in the
mud with his staff whilst his quick eyes looked slily from one speaker
to another. Now he rose and picked his way forward through the morass
which lay ahead of them, plunging and sliding in the mud and often
pausing to take breath. The heavy rain had reduced this low-lying ground
to a veritable quagmire, making progress very difficult even for one as
unburdened as he was. As for the unfortunate wool-dealers, laden with
their heavy saddlebags, they had not gone far before their cries of
distress became hearty and real. They were so badly mired that it was
necessary for the others to lend a hand in dragging them out.
At last they gained the tumble-down gate of the township, splashed to
the shoulders and panting and sweating. Errant dogs barked at them; but
the shuttered and miserable aspect of the main street showed that the
place had been totally deserted by the inhabitants.
The eldest wool-dealer was now quite exhausted and raised his voice in
loud, piteous complaints.
"I should have never undertaken this journey," he exclaimed, stopping
short to wipe the perspiration from his lined face. "From early morning
have I had great misgivings which have oppressed me. Ruin is better than
such travels."
"_Tso_--let us proceed," said Wang the Ninth stoutly, aiming a blow at a
barking cur which ran off yelping. "We shall find a sleeping-place
somehow. In any case it is too late to turn back, for whither should we
go?"
He walked on briskly, peering keenly in every direction, and not at all
alarmed, for he knew that no one would hurt a boy when there were men
with saddlebags accompanying him.
The township had indeed been picked clean by looters--that was amply
clear from the ruined appearance of every shop front. The robbers had
vied with the soldiers, and what was left had been rejected by both. But
at last they reached a big caravansary that in times of peace catered to
the cart-trade; and there sitting at a broken table in the central yard
was a single servant eating his evening meal as if nothing had happened.
The man declared that he had been left by his master with the promise of
a great reward if he saved the premises from fire; but as for food or
lodging there was nothing to be had.
A great parleying ensued; and finally in return for hard cash hidden
food was produced. When Wang the Ninth had eaten his share he felt
extraordinarily drowsy. Going into the first rough room he could find,
he stretched himself on the raised brick _k'ang_ and fell instantly
asleep.
The talk about robbers, however, made him dream bad dreams and he saw
whole hosts of evil men who conspired to torture him. Yet through it
all--in spite of his alarm--he always seemed to see his master, and to
hear the same strange foreign words which had urged him forward before.
Once in the night he awoke with a cry, fearing for his life, and peered
out. Then he saw through the broken paper windows the three wool-dealers
still sitting in the courtyard drinking wine from their leather bottles
and babbling their fears. The shadows from the waning moon made them
look queer and strange; they were like men submerged. Half their bodies
was hidden in darkness, and only when they lifted their arms to drink
could he trace them clearly. The inn-servant, who had been included in
this jollification, was asleep with his head on the table. His loud
breathing was punctuated by groans as though the wine he had drunk was
torturing him. Silently the boy crept back to his rough couch and slept
once more.
When morning came he went out down the street to see whatever there was
to see; but he met no one or saw no signs of life, excepting a miserable
beggar who disappeared at once and whom he had no wish to follow. On
returning to the inn he waited until the wool-dealers were awake; and
then gave them a long account of his observations.
"It's a bad business. Everything has been taken, not a mule, not an
animal, not a pig, not a chicken is to be found. There's a few
beggars--that is all. My uncle, whom I came to find, has fled with the
rest and all my journeying has proved fruitless."
"Then what will you do?" they inquired.
"I have no plan," he rejoined, making his face look very glum. "I must
take things as I find them."
But soon afterwards, when he found the eldest wool-dealer alone, he made
this proposition to him:
"My money is exhausted, so only for my food will I travel with you,
finding the road and giving you early warning of danger. It will be well
for you to have such a one as me, since I am fleet off foot and not
timid by nature."
"We shall see, we shall see," rejoined the old man testily. "The cost is
unimportant, but first must we wait here to discover the nature of the
road ahead of us."
All that day was spent in fitful debate. The inn-servant, who declared
he was of this district, for a handsome bribe undertook to find out from
villagers the state of the road towards the next township which was ten
miles off. But Wang the Ninth, who followed him stealthily, found that
he went nowhere, only sitting down for a long time on a block of stone
in a back street where he was well hidden; and finally returning to say
that there was no trace of soldiers and that all was quiet within a
great radius. Wang the Ninth began to suspect that he was in league with
the robbers, and that was why he dared to remain in a place where there
were hardly a dozen souls. But these suspicions he kept to himself for
he was forming his plan.
That night he explained it privately to the eldest wool-dealer, drawing
lines on the ground to show his meaning. He said:
"I have discovered that the river to the sea is only a few _li_ distant
from here, and that all the country is so badly flooded that if we cross
the stream we can go by boat through the marshes for a long way. Then we
can reach a point only a few _li_ distant from the harbour. There will
be no soldiers about, for what would soldiers be doing in marshes? As
for the inn-servant he is a rascal. It would be well to leave here
before he attempts some dangerous game."
The wool-dealer was so impressed by this common-sense that he called the
others, and after much discussion it was finally settled that the next
day they would make the attempt.
At dawn they started, creeping out of the inn very carefully so as to
give no hint of their departure to the inn-servant who lay soundly
asleep. They were out of the township very soon, seeing only two people
who ran and hid the moment they caught sight of them. Now hastening due
south they made for the river.
The sandy roads had greatly dried during the time they had delayed in
the town; and now it was possible to keep to the paths which led from
village to village. A couple of hours from the township they fell in
with some men who were travelling in the same direction; and after these
had heard where they had passed two nights they congratulated them on
their escape.
"It is known that all the people in that district are in league with the
brigands," explained one stout fellow who carried a staff tipped with
iron and who had a big roll of bedding on his shoulder. "It can only be
that the inn-drawer was waiting for his band to return before killing
and robbing you."
It was Wang the Ninth's hour of triumph.
"Is not that what I declared?" he cried. "Lucky have we been to escape.
From the manner in which the fellow answered my questions I knew
suspicion attached to him."
"This _tu-ti_(apprentice) is worthy of his wage," said the eldest
wool-dealer approvingly. "Certain it is that his abilities are not
small."
On they went discussing their plans with the newcomers and picking up
what news there was. Long before noon they caught sight of a sail, which
was quite unexpected since the river was entirely hidden. Wang the Ninth
ran on fleetly ahead. But when he caught sight of the bright red and
blue tunics and the black turbans on the boat, he ran into the tall
grain and signed violently with his hands to the others to hide. They,
too, dropped out of sight like marionettes.
From out of the _kaoliang_ the boy now peered, his brown face hardly
distinguishable from the soil. Now he worked his way forward like a
scout.
The boat sailed on and presently there was a sharp crack from a rifle.
Gaining in courage he crept into the reeds on the very edge of the river
so that he could see.
The soldiers were firing violently now one after the other. The boy's
quick mind instantly jumped to the right conclusion. Being powerless to
navigate a boat properly, they were pursuing and shooting at the boatmen
who had fled.
Suddenly the vessel grounded a few hundred yards away. Wang the Ninth
saw the soldiers, furious with rage, leap one by one from the boat and
scramble on shore. The sound of firing became fainter, showing that the
pursuit was leading them far away.
It was now or never. Fairly crazy with excitement he ran back to the
wool-dealers who lay tremblingly awaiting the upshot.
"Now is the time for us," he cried. "There is not a soul left. Let us
seize the boat and cross to the south bank. Then we are safe."
He did not wait for a reply: he ran on ahead. The wool-dealers and the
two men they had met followed cautiously a good many yards behind,
doubting his words yet hoping that they were true. But when they saw him
reach the boat and signal that all was clear, they ran too; and in a
hurried clumsy manner got on board and by their united efforts pushed
the boat off, towards the south shore.