Ichau was only fifty miles from the coast, and there was a European squadron in the Gulf5 of Liantong. Therefore the absurd little garrison6, consisting of native Christians8 and railway men, with a German officer to command them and five civilian9 Europeans to support him, held on bravely with the conviction that help must soon come sweeping10 down to them from the low hills to eastward11. The sea was visible from those hills, and on the sea were their armed countrymen. Surely, then, they could not feel deserted12. With brave hearts they manned the loopholes in the crumbling13 brick walls outlining the tiny European 66quarter, and they fired away briskly, if ineffectively, at the rapidly advancing sangars of the Boxers14. It was certain that in another day or so they would be at the end of their resources, but then it was equally certain that in another day or so they must be relieved. It might be a little sooner or it might be a little later, but there was no one who ever ventured to hint that the relief would not arrive in time to pluck them out of the fire. Up to Tuesday night there was no word of discouragement.
It was true that on the Wednesday their robust15 faith in what was going forward behind those eastern hills had weakened a little. The grey slopes lay bare and unresponsive while the deadly sangars pushed ever nearer, so near that the dreadful faces which shrieked16 imprecations at them from time to time over the top could be seen in every hideous17 feature. There was not so much of that now since young Ainslie, of the Diplomatic service, with his neat little .303 sporting rifle, had settled down in the squat18 church tower, and had devoted19 his days to abating20 the nuisance. But a silent sangar is an even more impressive thing than a clamorous21 one, and steadily22, irresistibly23, inevitably24, the lines of brick and rubble25 drew closer. Soon they would be so near that one rush would assuredly carry the frantic26 swordsmen over the frail27 entrenchment28. It all seemed very black upon the Wednesday evening. Colonel Dresler, the German ex-infantry29 soldier, went about with an imperturbable30 face, but a heart of lead. Ralston, of the railway, was up half the night writing farewell letters. Professor Mercer, the old entomologist, was even more silent and grimly 67thoughtful than ever. Ainslie had lost some of his flippancy31. On the whole, the ladies—Miss Sinclair, the nurse of the Scotch32 Mission, Mrs. Patterson, and her pretty daughter Jessie, were the most composed of the party. Father Pierre of the French Mission, was also unaffected, as was natural to one who regarded martyrdom as a glorious crown. The Boxers yelling for his blood beyond the walls disturbed him less than his forced association with the sturdy Scotch Presbyterian presence of Mr. Patterson, with whom for ten years he had wrangled33 over the souls of the natives. They passed each other now in the corridors as dog passes cat, and each kept a watchful34 eye upon the other lest even in the trenches35 he might filch36 some sheep from the rival fold, whispering heresy37 in his ear.
But the Wednesday night passed without a crisis, and on the Thursday all was bright once more. It was Ainslie up in the clock tower who had first heard the distant thud of a gun. Then Dresler heard it, and within half an hour it was audible to all—that strong iron voice, calling to them from afar and bidding them to be of good cheer, since help was coming. It was clear that the landing party from the squadron was well on its way. It would not arrive an hour too soon. The cartridges38 were nearly finished. Their half-rations of food would soon dwindle39 to an even more pitiful supply. But what need to worry about that now that relief was assured? There would be no attack that day, as most of the Boxers could be seen streaming off in the direction of the distant firing, and the long lines of sangars were silent and deserted. They were 68all able, therefore, to assemble at the lunch-table, a merry, talkative party, full of that joy of living which sparkles most brightly under the imminent40 shadow of death.
“The pot of caviare!” cried Ainslie. “Come, Professor, out with the pot of caviare!”
“Potz-tausend! yes,” grunted41 old Dresler. “It is certainly time that we had that famous pot.”
The ladies joined in, and from all parts of the long, ill-furnished table there came the demand for caviare.
It was a strange time to ask for such a delicacy42, but the reason is soon told. Professor Mercer, the old Californian entomologist, had received a jar of caviare in a hamper43 of goods from San Francisco, arriving a day or two before the outbreak. In the general pooling and distribution of provisions this one dainty and three bottles of Lachryma Christi from the same hamper had been excepted and set aside. By common consent they were to be reserved for the final joyous44 meal when the end of their peril45 should be in sight. Even as they sat the thud-thud of the relieving guns came to their ears—more luxurious46 music to their lunch than the most sybaritic restaurant of London could have supplied. Before evening the relief would certainly be there. Why, then, should their stale bread not be glorified47 by the treasured caviare?
But the Professor shook his gnarled old head and smiled his inscrutable smile.
“Better wait,” said he.
“Wait! Why wait?” cried the company.
“They have still far to come,” he answered.
69“They will be here for supper at the latest,” said Ralston, of the railway—a keen, birdlike man, with bright eyes and long, projecting nose. “They cannot be more than ten miles from us now. If they only did two miles an hour it would make them due at seven.”
“There is a battle on the way,” remarked the Colonel. “You will grant two hours or three hours for the battle.”
“Not half an hour,” cried Ainslie. “They will walk through them as if they were not there. What can these rascals48 with their matchlocks and swords do against modern weapons?”
“It depends on who leads the column of relief,” said Dresler. “If they are fortunate enough to have a German officer——”
“An Englishman for my money!” cried Ralston.
“The French commodore is said to be an excellent strategist,” remarked Father Pierre.
“I don’t see that it matters a toss,” cried the exuberant49 Ainslie. “Mr. Mauser and Mr. Maxim50 are the two men who will see us through, and with them on our side no leader can go wrong. I tell you they will just brush them aside and walk through them. So now, Professor, come on with that pot of caviare!”
But the old scientist was unconvinced.
“We shall reserve it for supper,” said he.
“After all,” said Mr. Patterson, in his slow, precise Scottish intonation51, “it will be a courtesy to our guests—the officers of the relief—if we have some palatable52 food to lay before them. I’m in agreement 70with the Professor that we reserve the caviare for supper.”
The argument appealed to their sense of hospitality. There was something pleasantly chivalrous53, too, in the idea of keeping their one little delicacy to give a savour to the meal of their preservers. There was no more talk of the caviare.
“By the way, Professor,” said Mr. Patterson, “I’ve only heard to-day that this is the second time that you have been besieged54 in this way. I’m sure we should all be very interested to hear some details of your previous experience.”
The old man’s face set very grimly.
“I was in Sung-tong, in South China, in ‘eighty-nine,” said he.
“It’s a very extraordinary coincidence that you should twice have been in such a perilous55 situation,” said the missionary56. “Tell us how you were relieved at Sung-tong.”
The shadow deepened upon the weary face.
“We were not relieved,” said he.
“What! the place fell?”
“Yes, it fell.”
“And you came through alive?”
“I am a doctor as well as an entomologist. They had many wounded; they spared me.”
“And the rest?”
“Assez! assez!” cried the little French priest, raising his hand in protest. He had been twenty years in China. The professor had said nothing, but there was something, some lurking57 horror, in his dull, grey eyes which had turned the ladies pale.
71“I am sorry,” said the missionary. “I can see that it is a painful subject. I should not have asked.”
“No,” the Professor answered, slowly. “It is wiser not to ask. It is better not to speak about such things at all. But surely those guns are very much nearer?”
There could be no doubt of it. After a silence the thud-thud had recommenced with a lively ripple58 of rifle-fire playing all round that deep bass59 master-note. It must be just at the farther side of the nearest hill. They pushed back their chairs and ran out to the ramparts. The silent-footed native servants came in and cleared the scanty60 remains61 from the table. But after they had left, the old Professor sat on there, his massive, grey-crowned head leaning upon his hands and the same pensive62 look of horror in his eyes. Some ghosts may be laid for years, but when they do rise it is not so easy to drive them back to their slumbers63. The guns had ceased outside, but he had not observed it, lost as he was in the one supreme64 and terrible memory of his life.
His thoughts were interrupted at last by the entrance of the Commandant. There was a complacent65 smile upon his broad German face.
“The Kaiser will be pleased,” said he, rubbing his hands. “Yes, certainly it should mean a decoration. ‘Defence of Ichau against the Boxers by Colonel Dresler, late Major of the 114th Hanoverian Infantry. Splendid resistance of small garrison against overwhelming odds66.’ It will certainly appear in the Berlin papers.”
72“Then you think we are saved?” said the old man, with neither emotion nor exultation67 in his voice.
The Colonel smiled.
“Why, Professor,” said he, “I have seen you more excited on the morning when you brought back Lepidus Mercerensis in your collecting-box.”
“The fly was safe in my collecting-box first,” the entomologist answered. “I have seen so many strange turns of Fate in my long life that I do not grieve nor do I rejoice until I know that I have cause. But tell me the news.”
“Well,” said the Colonel, lighting68 his long pipe, and stretching his gaitered legs in the bamboo chair, “I’ll stake my military reputation that all is well. They are advancing swiftly, the firing has died down to show that resistance is at an end, and within an hour we’ll see them over the brow. Ainslie is to fire his gun three times from the church tower as a signal, and then we shall make a little sally on our own account.”
“And you are waiting for this signal?”
“Yes, we are waiting for Ainslie’s shots. I thought I would spend the time with you, for I had something to ask you.”
“What was it?”
“Well, you remember your talk about the other siege—the siege of Sung-tong. It interests me very much from a professional point of view. Now that the ladies and civilians69 are gone you will have no objection to discussing it.”
“It is not a pleasant subject.”
“No, I dare say not. Mein Gott! it was indeed a 73tragedy. But you have seen how I have conducted the defence here. Was it wise? Was it good? Was it worthy70 of the traditions of the German army?”
“I think you could have done no more.”
“Thank you. But this other place, was it as ably defended? To me a comparison of this sort is very interesting. Could it have been saved?”
“No; everything possible was done—save only one thing.”
“Ah! there was one omission71. What was it?”
“No one—above all, no woman—should have been allowed to fall alive into the hands of the Chinese.”
The Colonel held out his broad red hand and enfolded the long, white, nervous fingers of the Professor.
“You are right—a thousand times right. But do not think that this has escaped my thoughts. For myself I would die fighting, so would Ralston, so would Ainslie. I have talked to them, and it is settled. But the others, I have spoken with them, but what are you to do? There are the priest, and the missionary, and the women.”
“Would they wish to be taken alive?”
“They would not promise to take steps to prevent it. They would not lay hands on their own lives. Their consciences would not permit it. Of course, it is all over now, and we need not speak of such dreadful things. But what would you have done in my place?”
“Kill them.”
“Mein Gott! You would murder them?”
“In mercy I would kill them. Man, I have been through it. I have seen the death of the hot eggs; I 74have seen the death of the boiling kettle; I have seen the women—my God! I wonder that I have ever slept sound again.” His usually impassive face was working and quivering with the agony of the remembrance. “I was strapped73 to a stake with thorns in my eyelids74 to keep them open, and my grief at their torture was a less thing than my self-reproach when I thought that I could with one tube of tasteless tablets have snatched them at the last instant from the hands of their tormentors. Murder! I am ready to stand at the Divine bar and answer for a thousand murders such as that! Sin! Why, it is such an act as might well cleanse75 the stain of real sin from the soul. But if, knowing what I do, I should have failed this second time to do it, then, by Heaven! there is no hell deep enough or hot enough to receive my guilty craven spirit.”
The Colonel rose, and again his hand clasped that of the Professor.
“You speak sense,” said he. “You are a brave, strong man, who know your own mind. Yes, by the Lord! you would have been my great help had things gone the other way. I have often thought and wondered in the dark, early hours of the morning, but I did not know how to do it. But we should have heard Ainslie’s shots before now; I will go and see.”
Again the old scientist sat alone with his thoughts. Finally, as neither the guns of the relieving force nor yet the signal of their approach sounded upon his ears, he rose, and was about to go himself upon the ramparts to make inquiry76 when the door flew open, and Colonel Dresler staggered into the room. His face was of a ghastly yellow-white, and his chest heaved like that of 75a man exhausted77 with running. There was brandy on the side-table, and he gulped78 down a glassful. Then he dropped heavily into a chair.
“Well,” said the Professor, coldly, “they are not coming?”
“No, they cannot come.”
There was silence for a minute or more, the two men staring blankly at each other.
“Do they all know?”
“No one knows but me.”
“How did you learn?”
“I was at the wall near the postern gate—the little wooden gate that opens on the rose garden. I saw something crawling among the bushes. There was a knocking at the door. I opened it. It was a Christian7 Tartar, badly cut about with swords. He had come from the battle. Commodore Wyndham, the Englishman, had sent him. The relieving force had been checked. They had shot away most of their ammunition. They had entrenched79 themselves and sent back to the ships for more. Three days must pass before they could come. That was all. Mein Gott! it was enough.”
The Professor bent80 his shaggy grey brows.
“Where is the man?” he asked.
“He is dead. He died of loss of blood. His body lies at the postern gate.”
“And no one saw him?”
“Not to speak to.”
“Oh! they did see him, then?”
“Ainslie must have seen him from the church tower. He must know that I have had tidings. He 76will want to know what they are. If I tell him they must all know.”
“How long can we hold out?”
“An hour or two at the most.”
“Is that absolutely certain?”
“I pledge my credit as a soldier upon it.”
“Then we must fall?”
“Yes, we must fall.”
“There is no hope for us?”
“None.”
The door flew open and young Ainslie rushed in. Behind him crowded Ralston, Patterson, and a crowd of white men and of native Christians.
“You’ve had news, Colonel?”
Professor Mercer pushed to the front.
“Colonel Dresler has just been telling me. It is all right. They have halted, but will be here in the early morning. There is no longer any danger.”
A cheer broke from the group in the doorway81. Everyone was laughing and shaking hands.
“But suppose they rush us before to-morrow morning?” cried Ralston, in a petulant82 voice. “What infernal fools these fellows are not to push on! Lazy devils, they should be court-martialled, every man of them.”
“It’s all safe,” said Ainslie. “These fellows have had a bad knock. We can see their wounded being carried by the hundred over the hill. They must have lost heavily. They won’t attack before morning.”
“No, no,” said the Colonel; “it is certain that they won’t attack before morning. None the less, get back to your posts. We must give no point away.” 77He left the room with the rest, but as he did so he looked back, and his eyes for an instant met those of the old Professor. “I leave it in your hands,” was the message which he flashed. A stern set smile was his answer.
The afternoon wore away without the Boxers making their last attack. To Colonel Dresler it was clear that the unwonted stillness meant only that they were reassembling their forces from their fight with the relief column, and were gathering83 themselves for the inevitable84 and final rush. To all the others it appeared that the siege was indeed over, and that the assailants had been crippled by the losses which they had already sustained. It was a joyous and noisy party, therefore, which met at the supper-table, when the three bottles of Lachryma Christi were uncorked and the famous port of caviare was finally opened. It was a large jar, and, though each had a tablespoonful of the delicacy, it was by no means exhausted. Ralston, who was an epicure85, had a double allowance. He pecked away at it like a hungry bird. Ainslie, too, had a second helping86. The Professor took a large spoonful himself, and Colonel Dresler, watching him narrowly, did the same. The ladies ate freely, save only pretty Miss Patterson, who disliked the salty, pungent87 taste. In spite of the hospitable88 entreaties89 of the Professor, her portion lay hardly touched at the side of her plate.
“You don’t like my little delicacy. It is a disappointment to me when I had kept it for your pleasure,” said the old man. “I beg that you will eat the caviare.”
78“I have never tasted it before. No doubt I should like it in time.”
“Well, you must make a beginning. Why not start to educate your taste now? Do, please!”
Pretty Jessie Patterson’s bright face shone with her sunny, boyish smile.
“Why, how earnest you are!” she laughed. “I had no idea you were so polite, Professor Mercer. Even if I do not eat it I am just as grateful.”
“You are foolish not to eat it,” said the Professor, with such intensity90 that the smile died from her face and her eyes reflected the earnestness of his own. “I tell you it is foolish not to eat caviare to-night.”
“But why—why?” she asked.
“Because you have it on your plate. Because it is sinful to waste it.”
“There! there!” said stout91 Mrs. Patterson, leaning across. “Don’t trouble her any more. I can see that she does not like it. But it shall not be wasted.” She passed the blade of her knife under it, and scraped it from Jessie’s plate on to her own. “Now it won’t be wasted. Your mind will be at ease, Professor.”
But it did not seem at ease. On the contrary, his face was agitated92 like that of a man who encounters an unexpected and formidable obstacle. He was lost in thought.
The conversation buzzed cheerily. Everyone was full of his future plans.
“No, no, there is no holiday for me,” said Father Pierre. “We priests don’t get holidays. Now that the mission and school are formed I am to leave it 79to Father Amiel, and to push westwards to found another.”
“You are leaving?” said Mr. Patterson. “You don’t mean that you are going away from Ichau?”
Father Pierre shook his venerable head in waggish93 reproof94. “You must not look so pleased, Mr. Patterson.”
“Well, well, our views are very different,” said the Presbyterian, “but there is no personal feeling towards you, Father Pierre. At the same time, how any reasonable educated man at this time of the world’s history can teach these poor benighted95 heathen that——”
A general buzz of remonstrance96 silenced the theology.
“What will you do yourself, Mr. Patterson?” asked someone.
“Well, I’ll take three months in Edinburgh to attend the annual meeting. You’ll be glad to do some shopping in Princes Street, I’m thinking, Mary. And you, Jessie, you’ll see some folk your own age. Then we can come back in the fall, when your nerves have had a rest.”
“Indeed, we shall all need it,” said Miss Sinclair, the mission nurse. “You know, this long strain takes me in the strangest way. At the present moment I can hear such a buzzing in my ears.”
“Well, that’s funny, for it’s just the same with me,” cried Ainslie. “An absurd up-and-down buzzing, as if a drunken bluebottle were trying experiments on his register. As you say, it must be due to nervous strain. For my part I am going back to 80Peking, and I hope I may get some promotion97 over this affair. I can get good polo here, and that’s as fine a change of thought as I know. How about you, Ralston?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I’ve hardly had time to think. I want to have a real good sunny, bright holiday and forget it all. It was funny to see all the letters in my room. It looked so black on Wednesday night that I had settled up my affairs and written to all my friends. I don’t quite know how they were to be delivered, but I trusted to luck. I think I will keep those papers as a souvenir. They will always remind me of how close a shave we have had.”
“Yes, I would keep them,” said Dresler.
His voice was so deep and solemn that every eye was turned upon him.
“What is it, Colonel? You seem in the blues98 to-night.” It was Ainslie who spoke72.
“No, no; I am very contented99.”
“Well, so you should be when you see success in sight. I am sure we are all indebted to you for your science and skill. I don’t think we could have held the place without you. Ladies and gentlemen, I ask you to drink the health of Colonel Dresler, of the Imperial German army. Er soll leben—hoch!”
They all stood up and raised their glasses to the soldier, with smiles and bows.
His pale face flushed with professional pride.
“I have always kept my books with me. I have forgotten nothing,” said he. “I do not think that more could be done. If things had gone wrong with us and the place had fallen you would, I am sure, have 81freed me from any blame or responsibility.” He looked wistfully round him.
“I’m voicing the sentiments of this company, Colonel Dresler,” said the Scotch minister, “when I say——but, Lord save us! what’s amiss with Mr. Ralston?”
He had dropped his face upon his folded arms and was placidly101 sleeping.
“Don’t mind him,” said the Professor, hurriedly. “We are all in the stage of reaction now. I have no doubt that we are all liable to collapse102. It is only to-night that we shall feel what we have gone through.”
“I’m sure I can fully100 sympathize with him,” said Mrs. Patterson. “I don’t know when I have been more sleepy. I can hardly hold my own head up.” She cuddled back in her chair and shut her eyes.
“Well, I’ve never known Mary do that before,” cried her husband, laughing heartily103. “Gone to sleep over her supper! What ever will she think when we tell her of it afterwards? But the air does seem hot and heavy. I can certainly excuse any one who falls asleep to-night. I think that I shall turn in early myself.”
Ainslie was in a talkative, excited mood. He was on his feet once more with his glass in his hand.
“I think that we ought to have one drink all together, and then sing ‘Auld Lang Syne,’” said he, smiling round at the company. “For a week we have all pulled in the same boat, and we’ve got to know each other as people never do in the quiet days of peace. We’ve learned to appreciate each other, and we’ve learned to appreciate each other’s nations. 82There’s the Colonel here stands for Germany. And Father Pierre is for France. Then there’s the Professor for America. Ralston and I are Britishers. Then there’s the ladies, God bless ‘em! They have been angels of mercy and compassion104 all through the siege. I think we should drink the health of the ladies. Wonderful thing—the quiet courage, the patience, the—what shall I say?—the fortitude105, the—the—by George, look at the Colonel! He’s gone to sleep, too—most infernal sleepy weather.” His glass crashed down upon the table, and he sank back, mumbling106 and muttering, into his seat. Miss Sinclair, the pale mission nurse, had dropped off also. She lay like a broken lily across the arm of her chair. Mr. Patterson looked round him and sprang to his feet. He passed his hand over his flushed forehead.
“This isn’t natural, Jessie,” he cried. “Why are they all asleep? There’s Father Pierre—he’s off too. Jessie, Jessie, your mother is cold. Is it sleep? Is it death? Open the windows! Help! help! help!” He staggered to his feet and rushed to the windows, but midway his head spun107 round, his knees sank under him, and he pitched forward upon his face.
The young girl had also sprung to her feet. She looked round her with horror-stricken eyes at her prostrate108 father and the silent ring of figures.
“Professor Mercer! What is it? What is it?” she cried. “Oh, my God, they are dying! They are dead!”
The old man had raised himself by a supreme effort of his will, though the darkness was already gathering thickly round him.
83“My dear young lady,” he said, stuttering and stumbling over the words, “we would have spared you this. It would have been painless to mind and body. It was cyanide. I had it in the caviare. But you would not have it.”
“Great Heaven!” She shrank away from him with dilated109 eyes. “Oh, you monster! You monster! You have poisoned them!”
“No, no! I saved them. You don’t know the Chinese. They are horrible. In another hour we should all have been in their hands. Take it now, child.” Even as he spoke, a burst of firing broke out under the very windows of the room. “Hark! There they are! Quick, dear, quick, you may cheat them yet!” But his words fell upon deaf ears, for the girl had sunk back senseless in her chair. The old man stood listening for an instant to the firing outside. But what was that? Merciful Father, what was that? Was he going mad? Was it the effect of the drug? Surely it was a European cheer? Yes, there were sharp orders in English. There was the shouting of sailors. He could no longer doubt it. By some miracle the relief had come after all. He threw his long arms upwards110 in his despair. “What have I done? Oh, good Lord, what have I done?” he cried.
It was Commodore Wyndham himself who was the first, after his desperate and successful night attack, to burst into that terrible supper-room. Round the table sat the white and silent company. Only in the young girl who moaned and faintly stirred was any sign of 84life to be seen. And yet there was one in the circle who had the energy for a last supreme duty. The Commodore, standing111 stupefied at the door, saw a grey head slowly lifted from the table, and the tall form of the Professor staggered for an instant to its feet.
“Take care of the caviare! For God’s sake, don’t touch the caviare!” he croaked112.
Then he sank back once more and the circle of death was complete.
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