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Title: The Flying Boat: A Story of Adventure and Misadventure

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[Illustration: MR. TING ASTONISHES THE SCHOOL   _See page_ 14]




                            THE FLYING BOAT

                         _A STORY OF ADVENTURE
                           AND MISADVENTURE_


                                   BY
                             HERBERT STRANG



                     _ILLUSTRATED BY T. C. DUGDALE_

                                 LONDON
                              HENRY FROWDE
                          HODDER AND STOUGHTON
                                  1912




                     RICHARD CLAY & SONS, LIMITED,
                BRUNSWICK STREET, STAMFORD STREET, S.E.,
                          AND BUNGAY, SUFFOLK.




                                CONTENTS


CHAPTER THE FIRST
ENTER MR. TING

CHAPTER THE SECOND
ERRINGTON MAKES A FRIEND

CHAPTER THE THIRD
A MOVE UP COUNTRY

CHAPTER THE FOURTH
RIVER PIRATES

CHAPTER THE FIFTH
DIVIDED WAYS

CHAPTER THE SIXTH
MR. TING SPEAKS OUT

CHAPTER THE SEVENTH
A DISCOVERY IN THE SWAMP

CHAPTER THE EIGHTH
CROWDED MOMENTS

CHAPTER THE NINTH
SU FING'S PRISONER

CHAPTER THE TENTH
LO SAN'S PILGRIMAGE

CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH
REINHARDT SHOWS HIS COLOURS

CHAPTER THE TWELFTH
THE PRICE OF A MOUSTACHE

CHAPTER THE THIRTEENTH
RECONCILIATION

CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH
"MY BROTHER!"

CHAPTER THE FIFTEENTH
REINHARDT IN THE TOILS

CHAPTER THE SIXTEENTH
A LITTLE LUNCHEON PARTY

CHAPTER THE SEVENTEENTH
THE DASH FROM THE YAMEN

CHAPTER THE EIGHTEENTH
WINGED

CHAPTER THE NINETEENTH
HIDE AND SEEK

CHAPTER THE TWENTIETH
WILL-O'-THE-WISP

CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FIRST
THE END OF THE CHASE

CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SECOND
MR. TING EXPLAINS




                         LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS


MR. TING ASTONISHES THE SCHOOL (see page 14) . . . . . . Frontispiece

A BRUSH WITH RIVER PIRATES

A CRITICAL MOMENT

REINHARDT AVENGES HIS LOSS

ERRINGTON HITS OUT

RUNNING THE GAUNTLET




                               CHAPTER I

                             ENTER MR. TING


The term was drawing to its close, and all Cheltonia, from the senior
prefect to the smallest whipper-snapper of the fourth form, was in the
playing-field, practising for the sports.  The centre of the greatest
interest was perhaps the spot where certain big fellows of the sixth
were engaged in a friendly preliminary rivalry for the high jump.  There
was Reginald Hattersley-Carr, who stood six feet two in his socks--a
strapping young giant whom small boys gazed up at with awe, the despair
of the masters, the object of a certain dislike among the prefects for
his swank.  There was Pierce Errington, who beside the holder of the
double-barrelled name looked small, though his height was five feet ten.
He was the most popular fellow in the school--dangerously popular for
one of his temperament, for he was easy-going, mercurial, speaking and
acting impulsively, too often rash, with a streak of the gambler in his
composition--though, to be sure, he had little chance of being unduly
speculative on his school pocket-money.  And there was Ted Burroughs,
Errington's particular chum, equally tall, almost equally popular, but
as different in temperament as any man could be.  Burroughs was popular
because he was such a downright fellow, open as the day, a fellow
everybody trusted.  He always thought before he spoke, and acted with
deliberation.  He held very strong views as to what he or others should
do or should not do, and carried out his principles with a firm will.
As was natural, he did not easily make allowances for other men's
weaknesses, except in the case of Errington, to whom he would concede
more than to any one else.

It was known that the high jump would fall to one of these three, and
their performances at the bar were watched with keen appreciation by a
small crowd of boys in the lower school.  Hattersley-Carr had just
cleared five feet three, and Errington was stripping off his sweater, in
preparation for taking his run, when the school porter came up, an old
soldier as stiff as a ramrod, and addressed him.

"A gentleman to see you," he said.

"Oh, bother!" said Errington.  "Who is it, Perkins?"

"A stranger to me; a sort of foreigner by the look of him: in fact, what
you might call a heathen Chinee."

"Bless my aunt!" Errington ejaculated, with a droll look at Burroughs.
"Did you tell him where I was?"

"I said as how you were jumping, most like; and he said as how he'd like
to see; not much of a sport, either, by the looks of him."

Now hospitality to visitors was a tradition at Cheltonia, and with the
eyes of the small boys upon him Errington knew that he must accept the
inevitable.  But it was the law of the place that an afternoon visitor
should be invited to tea at the prefects' table, and Errington, with a
school-boy's susceptibility, at once foresaw a good deal of quizzing and
subsequent "chipping" at the embarrassing presence of a Chinaman.

"Rotten nuisance!" he said, in an undertone.  "Still!"--and with a
half-humorous shrug he put on his sweater and blazer and walked across
to the school-house.

A few minutes afterwards there was a buzz of excitement all over the
field when he was seen returning with his visitor.  It was an
unprecedented spectacle.  Beside the tall athletic form of Errington
walked with quick and springy steps a little Chinaman, not much above
five feet in height, slight, thin, with a very long pigtail, and a keen,
alert countenance that wore an expression of vivid curiosity.  There was
a tittering and nudging among the smaller boys, who, however, did not
desist from their occupations, and only shot an occasional side-long
glance at the stranger.  The members of the sixth looked on with a
carefully cultivated affectation of indifference.  Errington led the
Chinaman to the spot where Burroughs and Hattersley-Carr were standing
together, and with a pleasant smile introduced his school-fellows.

"This is Burroughs--you've heard of him.  They call him the Mole here.
Hats--Hattersley-Carr, our strong man--Mr. Ting."

Burroughs shook hands with the Chinaman, who shot a keen look at him, as
if trying to discover why, his name being Burroughs, he was called the
Mole. Hattersley-Carr had his hands behind him, gave the visitor the
faintest possible acknowledgment, and then looked over his head, as if
he no longer existed.  Errington afterwards declared that he sniffed.
Burroughs caught a twinkle of amusement in Mr. Ting's face, as, glancing
up at the supercilious young giant towering above him, he said, in a
high-pitched jerky voice, but an unexceptionable accent--

"Once a servant of Mr. Ellington's father, sir."

Hattersley-Carr paid no attention.  Errington flushed, and was on the
point of rapping out something that would hardly have been pleasant,
when Burroughs interposed.

"Buck up, Pidge; we've both cleared half-an-inch higher," he said.  "The
tea-bell will ring in a jiffy."

Whether it was that Errington was in specially good form, or that he was
spurred on by Hattersley-Carr's impoliteness, it is a fact that during
the next twenty minutes he twice outdid his two competitors by
half-an-inch.  Mr. Ting was as keen a spectator as any boy in the crowd,
which, now that the jumping furnished a pretext, had grown much larger
by the afflux of many who were more interested in the Chinaman.  The bar
stood at five feet five, and Hattersley-Carr had just failed to clear it
at the third attempt, when Mr. Ting turned to Burroughs at his side, and
said--

"Most intelesting.  Is it allowed for visitors to tly?"

"Why, certainly," replied Burroughs, hiding his astonishment with an
effort. "But----"  He glanced down at the clumsy-looking Chinese boots.

"I should like to tly," said the Chinaman, and, lifting his feet one
after the other, he took off his boots, tucked up his robe about his
loins, and walked to the spot where Hattersley-Carr had begun his run.

There was what the reporters call a "sensation" among the crowd.  The
idea of this little foreigner, a Chinaman, actually with a pigtail, and
without running shorts, attempting a jump at which Hats had failed,
seemed to them the best of jokes, and they lined up on each side,
prepared to laugh, and pick up the little man when he fell, and give him
an ironical cheer.  Hattersley-Carr stood by one post, his hands on his
hips, his lips wrinkled in a sneer.  Errington and the Mole stood
together near him, the former's face shaded with annoyance, for it was
bad enough to have to entertain a Chinaman at all, without the
additional ridicule which a sorry failure at the jumping bar would
entail.  The expression on Burroughs' countenance was simply one of
sober amusement.

A dead silence fell upon the crowd. Mr. Ting had halted, and was tucking
up the long sleeves of his tunic, and putting on a pair of spectacles.
He began to run, his feet twinkling over the grass.  His pace quickened;
within three yards of the bar he seemed to crouch almost to the ground;
then up he flew, his pigtail flying out behind him, the eyes and mouths
of the small boys opening wider with amazement. There was the bar,
steady in its sockets; and there was Mr. Ting, standing erect on the
other side, his features rippling with a Chinese smile.

Then the cheers broke out.  "Good old Chinaman!" "Well _done_, sir!"
"Ripping old sport!"  (Mr. Ting was thirty-five.) A dozen rushed forward
to shake hands with him; a score flung their caps into the air; a
hundred roared and yelled like Red Indians.  Errington grinned at
Hattersley-Carr; Burroughs stepped forward quietly with Mr. Ting's
boots; and Hattersley-Carr stood in the same attitude, with the same
supercilious curl of the lip.

The warning bell rang; there was a quarter of an hour for changing
before tea, and the throng trooped off, some to the changing-rooms, the
idle onlookers to talk over the Chinaman's performance.  Burroughs led
Mr. Ting towards the house, Errington and Hattersley-Carr following
together.

"You _silly_ ass!" said Errington.

"How much?"

"He was my father's comprador--confidential secretary, factotum, almost
partner."

"Well, he said servant: how was I to know your rotten Chinese ways?"

"Anyhow, you shouldn't be such a beastly snob."

And at that Hattersley-Carr turned on his heel and strode alone out of
the field, and out of this history.




                               CHAPTER II

                        ERRINGTON MAKES A FRIEND


Pierce Errington, known at school as Pidge, was the son of a Shanghai
merchant who at one time had been reputed to be the wealthiest European
in China.  But Mr. Errington was his own worst enemy. Generous and
impulsive, he lacked balance; and though he had a positive genius for
business, at times his business faculties seemed to desert him, and he
showed a rashness and audacity in speculative ventures that amazed his
friends.  While his wife lived, this trait was not allowed to
over-assert itself, but after her death he became more and more
reckless, and ultimately lost almost all his fortune in one black year.
When he died suddenly of heart failure, it was found that he had left
just enough to complete his only son's education, and to provide the boy
with a trifle of pocket-money when he went out into the world.

Pierce was twelve years old, and at a preparatory school in England, at
the time of his father's death.  He was committed to the guardianship of
a distant relative, a merchant in the City, who fulfilled his trust with
scrupulous honour, but with no excess of kindness.  Pierce became very
sick of hearing from his guardian, at least once a term and more often
during the holidays, that he had no prospects, and must look to himself
for his future.  "I'm a self-made man," the merchant would say proudly;
and Pierce, when he was a public school-boy and began to have ideas of
his own, would think: "A precious bad job you made of it."

Mr. Errington's oldest friend was a fellow merchant in Shanghai.  John
Burroughs was a plodder.  He might never be so rich as Errington, but
certainly he would never be so poor.  He had often tried to check his
friend's wildest speculations, and then Errington would laugh, and thank
him, and say that it was no good.  The two men were about the same age,
and their sons were born within a few months of each other.  When the
time came for them to go to England for education, the boys were sent to
the same preparatory school, and entered at the same public school.
They had been companions since babyhood, and the friendship between the
fathers seemed to be only intensified in the sons.  They were the
greatest chums, and being equally good at sports and their books, they
had kept pace with each other through the schools, and reached the sixth
and the dignity of prefect at Cheltonia together.  Each was now in his
eighteenth year, and neither had been back to China since they left it,
eight years before.

During those eight years, Errington had received very regular letters
from a correspondent who signed himself Ting Chuh.  At first these
letters bored him; as he grew older they amused him; and latterly they
had given rise to a certain perplexed curiosity. Why did Ting Chuh take
so great an interest in him?  Why was he continually poking his funny
old proverbs at him?  "An ox with a ring in his nose--so is the steady
man." "Remember never to feel after a pin on the bottom of the ocean."
"It is folly to covet another man's horse and to lose your own ox."
Sentences like these occurred in all Mr. Ting's letters--all warning him
against attempting impossibilities, or leaving the substance for the
shadow, or letting his impulses run away with him.  Of course Errington
knew that Mr. Ting had occupied a special position in his father's
household, and he remembered vaguely that he had been quite fond of
Tingy in his early years; but he was at a loss to understand why the
Chinaman appeared to have constituted himself his moral guardian--why he
sent for copies of all his school reports, and wrote him such
exceedingly dull comments on them.  "But he's a good sort," he would say
to himself, and forget the homily and Mr. Ting until the next letter
arrived.

Ting Chuh had made money while Mr. Errington lost it, through sheer
native shrewdness and industry.  The relations between master and man
were very close and confidential.  On Mr. Errington's death, Mr. Ting
set up for himself in business, and acquired wealth with wonderful
rapidity; everybody trading on the China coast knew him and trusted him,
except some few "mean whites" who were incapable of any decent feeling
towards a Chinaman.  He had now taken advantage of a business visit to
London to call upon the boy in whose welfare he was more deeply
interested than the boy himself knew.  The time was approaching when
Errington must leave school, and Mr. Ting had certain private reasons
for wishing to judge by personal observation what manner of man had
developed from the little boy of ten whom he had last seen on the deck
of a home-going liner.

Errington's uneasy forebodings as to the result of the Chinaman's
appearance at the tea-table were agreeably dispelled.  Mr. Ting was the
hero of the hour.  He talked fluently, with an occasional quaintness of
expression that lent a charm to his conversation; and when it came out
casually that his business in England had involved several interviews
with the Foreign Secretary, he went up as high in the estimation of the
prefects as his athletic feat had carried him with the younger boys.
Moreover, at his departure he showed himself very generous and
discriminating in the way of tips, and he was voted a jolly good sort by
the school.  He was particularly cordial in his good-bye to Ted
Burroughs.

"I hope to see you again befo'e long," he said, "and I thank you for yo'
kindness."

The summer ran its course.  Just before the holidays Errington and
Burroughs each received a letter from China that filled them at once
with regret and with excitement. Mr. Burroughs wrote that Ted was to
return to Shanghai and take his place in the business.  Errington's
letter was from Mr. Ting.


MY DEAR LAD,

You have now completed your book learning, and it is time to fill your
own kettle with rice, as we say.  With approval of your guardian, I have
obtained for you a post in the great company of Ehrlich Soehne, who have
manifold activities, and lots of branches in all parts of China.  With
them you will gain valuable experience of intrinsic excellence.  You
will not be blind fowl picking after worms.  Your friend Mole is to come
to China next month; I vote you come with him, for pleasant company
shortens the longest road.  You will have liberal allowance for outfit,
for as your proverb says, do not spoil ship for ha'porth of tar.  Until
I see you, then, I write myself your true friend,

TING CHUH.


No boy likes to leave school, but the regrets of the two friends were
tempered by their anticipation of novel scenes and fresh experiences.
They were delighted at the prospect of going out together, and found
themselves looking forward eagerly to the end of the term.  One day an
advertisement of the North German Lloyd caught Errington's eye.

"I say, Moley, I vote we go out on a German ship," he said to Burroughs.
"It will be a jolly sight more interesting than a British ship, and we
shall get a good deal of sport in studying the funny foreigner."

Burroughs agreed, and in due time they booked their passage on the
_Prinz Eitel Friedrich_.  It did not occur to them that the "funny
foreigner" might also find some interest in studying them; but after
certain exciting experiences which befell them during the next two
years, they remarked on the strange consequences that came of a single
advertisement in the _Times_.

They joined the vessel at Plymouth, and would perhaps have attracted no
attention among their fellow-passengers but for a somewhat unusual
object among their belongings.  Burroughs, unlike Errington, had always
enjoyed plenty of pocket-money, and being fond of boating, he had bought
first a skiff for use on the river during holidays and then a small
motor launch.  Just before leaving school he had happened to see a
hydroplane in the Solent, and it occurred to him that he and Errington,
when they got to China, would find such a vessel useful, or at least
exciting, on the Yang-tse-kiang. Accordingly he exchanged his launch for
a small speedy hydroplane of the best type: and the novel vessel aroused
a certain curiosity in some of the passengers as they saw it lowered
into the hold.

For a day or two after quitting port they kept pretty much to
themselves, exchanging notes about their fellow-passengers, and finding
some amusement in watching their deportment in the dining-saloon.  One
man in particular engaged their attention.  He was a German of florid
aspect, with hair cut short and standing up brush-like, and a thick
brown moustache which he evidently took some pains in training a la
Kaiser. This was not so uncommon as to mark him out for special notice;
but the boys observed, after a few days, that this man, though
possessing the most engaging manners, seemed to be somewhat shunned by
the rest of the German passengers.  They did not actually cut him, but
they appeared to hold themselves aloof.  He belonged to none of the sets
into which passengers on a long voyage invariably split up; he was never
invited to join their card-parties.  The vague impression formed by the
boys was that the Germans felt a sort of distrust for their compatriot.
The only man on board who appeared to admit him to terms of intimacy was
a German major-general who was proceeding to Kiau-chou, the German
settlement.  These two were often to be seen of an evening under the
awning on the foredeck, remote from the other passengers, conversing in
low tones, though with no appearance of secrecy.

One evening, after dinner, the boys were leaning over the rail, idly
watching the incandescent play upon the surface of the sea, when the
German sauntered past them, turned, and made a pleasant remark about the
charming weather.  He spoke English very well, with scarcely anything to
reveal his nationality except the customary difficulty with the _th_.
There was something attractive about the man, and Errington, seeing that
he seemed disposed to continue the conversation, offered him a
cigarette, and invited him to place a deck-chair beside those which the
boys had opened for themselves.

"I zink I may almost call myself an old friend," said the German.  "Am I
mistaken, or are you ze son of ze late Mr. Herbert Errington, of
Shanghai?"

"Yes; did you know him?" asked Errington.

"He was a great friend of mine: you are very much like him.  His death"
(he pronounced the word "dess") "was a blow to me.  And you, Mr.
Burroughs--I hope I may call myself a friend also, if your fazer is Mr.
John Burroughs of ze same town."

"Yes," said the Mole simply.

"I am charmed to meet you," said the German cordially.  "Your fazer's
firm is concurrent wiz mine.  You have been long absent, at school, no
doubt; and you, Mr. Errington, will not remember me; ze years wipe out
early impressions; but when you were a child I saw you often when I
visited my old friend, your fazer.  My name is Conrad Reinhardt."

"I don't recall it," said Errington, "but then I was only a kid when I
left Shanghai. We've been at school, as you guessed, Mr. Reinhardt, and
we're going back now to start work."

"Ah yes, ze days of school must end.  Zey are good days, especially ze
sport.  You will find good golf in Shanghai.  No doubt you go to join
Mr. Burroughs?"

"The Mole does--Ted, you know: we called him the Mole at school because
he's Burroughs; but I'm going to a German firm: of course you know
them--Ehrlich Soehne."

Burroughs was a trifle annoyed that his companion was so communicative:
but "It's just like Pidge," he said to himself.

"Indeed!" said the German, in response to Errington's last remark.  "Zat
is my own firm.  I am delighted zat I shall have you for a colleague.
It is a good firm: naturally I say so; but every one says ze same.  You
will have opportunities zat few ozer firms can offer.  Zere are great
prospects."

He proceeded to dilate upon the vast business conducted by his firm;
their transactions in silk and cotton and grass-cloth fibre; their
difficulties with the Customs and with river pirates, and so on,
incidentally giving many descriptions of the ways of Chinamen, which the
boys listened to with interest.

"You know Mr. Ting, of course?" said Errington presently.

"Ting Chuh? oh yes, of course," replied the German; and Burroughs,
closely observant, noticed a scarcely perceptible constraint in his
manner.  "An excellent man of business; a little difficult, perhaps.  I
remember, he was your fazer's comprador, Mr. Errington.  You have nozink
now to do wiz him?"

"Not officially, if that's what you mean: but he's kept up a
correspondence with me, and it was he that got me this crib with your
firm."

"Indeed!  Zen zat is a great compliment to ze firm, and, if I may say
so, also to you. Ting is a good man of business, highly respected.  To
place you wiz us shows zat he has a great opinion of us, and also of
you. Zis information interests me extremely."

From this time forth Mr. Reinhardt was often in the boys' company.  He
was always very pleasant, and they wondered more and more why the
majority of the passengers avoided him.  But when he began to teach
Errington some card games of which he had never before heard, Burroughs
felt uneasy. On the first occasion, when he was asked to join them, he
declined, and they did not ask him again.  Knowing how easily Errington
was led, and remembering indications of his having inherited his
father's propensity for speculation, he ventured one night to enter a
mild protest.

"I say, Pidge," he said, "I don't think I'd play cards much with
Reinhardt if I were you."

"Why on earth not?  Sixpence is our highest stake: are you afraid of my
ruining myself?"

"Of course not, but--well, Reinhardt isn't liked on board; there may be
something shady about him."

"Come, that's dashed unfair.  You know nothing against the man.  For
goodness' sake, don't get starchy and puritanical."

The natural boy's horror of seeming preachy or priggish kept Burroughs
from saying more; but his manner towards the German grew chilly, and he
could not help noticing that Errington was somewhat nettled at his
friendly warning.  One day, for his own satisfaction, he put a question
bluntly to the captain, with whom he was on good terms.

"Do you know anything against Herr Reinhardt?" he asked.

The Captain fingered his beard before he replied.

"No," he said slowly, "I _know_ nothing. But don't let your friend
become too thick with him."

Burroughs went away less satisfied than before, and watched the growing
intimacy with more and more uneasiness.




                              CHAPTER III

                           A MOVE UP COUNTRY


The two young fellows settled down easily to their new life at Shanghai.
Though they had been absent from China so long, the impressions of their
early years had not been obliterated, but were only overlaid by the
later impressions received in England. Thus they felt little of the
sense of strangeness which a man feels on coming into contact with what
is absolutely new to him.  The narrow dirty streets, half the width of
an ordinary room, paved with stone slabs, and crowded all day long with
people chaffering in shrill voices, and picking their way through
immense heaps of fish, pork and vegetables; the low open shops,
displaying silks and porcelain, ornaments and bronzes, and a thousand
other varieties of merchandise more or less costly; the numerous
tea-shops and dining-rooms, more frequent even than public-houses in the
east end of London; the immense variety of smells, in which Shanghai
surely outrivals Cologne: all these features of the native city soon
ceased to have the charm of novelty; and the clean, well-paved,
well-tended quarters of the European community differed little in
general characteristics from the towns of the west.

The boys met with nothing but the friendliness which Europeans settled
abroad always extend to new-comers, and Errington in particular became a
great favourite. Mr. Burroughs insisted that he should live with him and
his family.  Somewhat to Errington's surprise, he saw little of Mr.
Ting. The Chinaman had met him at the quay on the boat's arrival, but
after inquiring about the voyage, and promising to give him any
assistance he needed, he left him to Mr. Burroughs.  Reinhardt passed
the group as he walked off the gangway, and Ted Burroughs noticed that
he gave Mr. Ting a markedly effusive greeting, which the Chinaman
returned politely and with an inscrutable smile.

Burroughs was vastly relieved when he learnt that Reinhardt was not
permanently stationed in Shanghai.  The German was in charge of a branch
establishment of his firm at Sui-Fu, a populous treaty port many miles
up the river, and paid only occasional visits to head-quarters.
Errington never alluded to him, and Burroughs felt that he had perhaps
been a little over-hasty in misjudging a mere shipboard acquaintance.
His uneasiness returned, however, when, during a visit of a fortnight in
Shanghai, Reinhardt invited Errington to several card-parties, from
which he returned flushed and excited.  Remembering the result of his
former expostulation, Burroughs said nothing; he felt that he could not
play the grandmother with his friend; but his disapproval was easily
seen, and for a day or two there was a slight coolness between them.

One day Mr. Ting met Errington in the street as if by chance: in reality
he had waylaid him.

"Getting on nicely?" he said.

"First chop," replied Errington, with a laugh: he had picked up some
pidgin English.

"That is good.  You have many flends," said the Chinaman.  "Good flends
are a delight in plospelity, and a stay in advessity. Bad flends--but of
course you have none. Leinhadt is, of course, no flend of yours."

"I rather think he is," said Errington, nettled at once.  "Why do you
say that?"

"Well, you may eat with a flend, and talk to a flend, and play cards
with flends, at home; but the men you play cards with away from home,
they are not often flends."

"Look here, Mr. Ting, I don't understand what you are driving at.  I
play cards with Mr. Reinhardt: you seem to know it; have you got
anything to say against it? Is he a card-sharper?  Has he swindled you
or any one else?  If he has, you'd better say so, and then I shall know
what to do."

"He has not swindled me, or any one else, that I can prove."

"Well then," cried the lad hotly, "I'll thank you to mind your own
business.  You bored me with your sermons when I was a kid at school;
but I'm no longer a schoolboy, and I tell you flatly I won't be watched
and preached at by you, if you were ten times my father's friend.  I'm
quite able to take care of myself."

"I could wish nothing better," said the Chinaman quietly.  "I was your
father's flend, and I hope I shall always be yours."

Errington had already repented of his outburst, and Mr. Ting's dignified
reception of it made him feel ashamed of himself.

"Of course you are," he said.  "I was always a hot-tempered brute; I'm
sorry."

And the two parted on the best of terms.

After about a year, when both Errington and Burroughs had began to get a
grip of their work, the former came home from the office one evening,
and seeking his chum in the little den they shared, said in a tone of
elation--

"I say, old man, I'm getting on.  They're going to raise my screw and
transfer me to Sui-Fu.

"Under Reinhardt?" asked Burroughs quickly.

"Yes.  I shouldn't wonder if he got me the crib.  He has to be away a
great deal, and though there's a capable comprador, they seem to think a
European ought to be on the spot.  I wish you were coming too."

"I should like it.  It's a lift for you, Pidge, and I'm glad."

Errington talked on in his impulsive way about what he would do, and how
he would make things hum, while Burroughs listened and said little.  He
had already made up his mind to go with Errington if possible; scarcely
confessing it even to himself, he wanted to keep an eye on his friend
when he came directly under the influence of the German; but he did not
wish to hint at the possibility of arranging a transfer for himself
until he had spoken to his father.

Late that night, when the rest had retired, he went to his father's
study.

"Well, Ted, what is it?" said Mr. Burroughs, looking up from some
papers.

"I'd like to go up with Pidge if you can manage it, Dad," replied the
boy, coming straight to the point.

"You would, eh?  What an excitable fellow he is, Ted!  He talked about
nothing else at dinner--or hardly anything, and it's all done so
pleasantly you can't resent it. Well, you want to go: any particular
reason?"

"Well, you see, we've always been together, and ... Dad, why do people
dislike Reinhardt?"

"Off at a tangent, aren't you?  I think it's a case of 'I do not like
thee, Dr. Fell; the reason why I cannot tell.'  Some say he's got a
brute of a temper behind his pleasant manner, and he's rather fond of
cards; but I never heard any definite charge against him."

"Well, I detest the fellow, and I don't like to think of Pidge
constantly in his company.  You've seen enough of Pidge to know what I
mean, dad, so I'm not giving him away.  He's a jolly good sort, the best
of pals, wouldn't do a dirty trick to any one; but he's hasty, makes
friends too easily, thinks every one is as decent as himself----"

"In short, you think he wants looking after."

"Oh, I'm not ass enough to want to hold him on a lead; but I do think if
I were with him I might be useful.  You see, if Reinhardt is a bad egg,
and Pidge finds it out, he'll never look at him again--if he doesn't
give him a kicking by way of good-bye.  If I'm on the spot, I can keep
my eye on the fellow, and perhaps open Pidge's eyes in time.  Can't you
shift me to your branch there?"

"You would have gone there anyhow in course of time, so if you're set on
it I shan't raise any objection.  It won't do you any harm to be in
charge of a branch, and with Sing Wen there--a capital fellow--you won't
have the chance to make many mistakes. We'll consider that settled,
then."

"Thanks, Dad; I thought you'd agree. Pidge will be glad: he said he
wished I was coming too."

"He won't resent the curb, eh?"

"He won't feel it if I can help it.  He's very touchy, and I learnt a
lesson on the boat.  Good-night, Dad."

"Good-night, old man.  By the way, in case I forget it when you go,
always carry a revolver with you up there, but never use it except as a
last resort.  That's a good working rule for a European in an up-river
district.  Good-night."

Another person besides Ted Burroughs was uneasy at the prospective
transference of Errington to Sui-Fu.  Mr. Ting, who knew everything that
was going on, or at least as much as he wished to know, heard of it as
soon as it was decided, and would have taken some trouble to prevent it
if he could have urged anything definite against the character of
Reinhardt.  But he was a very discreet person.  He had reasons of his
own for maintaining cordial relations with Errington, and reflected that
even at a distance he could still find means of looking after him.  And
when he learnt that Burroughs was to accompany his chum he felt more at
ease; he had great confidence in the steady, down-right Mole.

Reinhardt invited the boys to go up river in his motor-launch, a very
powerful vessel in which he made his journeys between Shanghai and
Sui-Fu.  The launch had been bought out of the German navy as a
condemned vessel; but some people remarked that if the Germans could
afford to condemn vessels of this kind, their navy must be even more
"tip-top" than was supposed.  As the boys intended to take their
hydroplane to their new quarters, they declined Reinhardt's invitation,
resolving to follow in the wake of the launch and test the relative
speed of the two vessels.

The hydroplane was now by no means identical in appearance with the
vessel that had roused a passing curiosity at Plymouth. During the year
they had been in China the boys had devoted all their spare time to
turning it into a hydro-aeroplane.  They replaced the original hull with
a much lighter frame of canvas, fitting a kite-shaped half-keel under
its forward part.  They kept their engine, but adapted it to work two
propellers, one at the stern, below the water-line, for driving the
vessel through the water; the other raised some feet above the forepart,
for driving it through the air.  To the sides they fitted floats, and
large planes, capable of being folded back when the vessel was to be
used as a hydroplane, and adjustable at various angles.  By means of
differential gearing they contrived that the power of the water screw
could be gradually reduced, while the air tractor gained in the same
proportion. The effect of their arrangements was that as the speed in
the water increased, the vessel rose a little; then, bringing into play
an elevator and the tractor, they made the vessel rise completely out of
the water and behave in all respects as an aeroplane.

The flying boat, as it came to be known in Shanghai, gave them at first
as much trouble as it gave amusement to their friends.  Their early
experiments with the new model were exasperating.  They found that they
could rise above the water for a short distance, but then fell, not
always gently, and sometimes with anything but pleasant consequences to
themselves and the machine. More than once they had diverted the
spectators on the bank by having to swim for it, and subsequently to
fish up the machine from the bottom.  They had never yet risked a flying
experiment in deep water; but the good-humoured advice of their friends
to let the boat remain a boat only made them the more determined to
succeed.

The journey up the great "outside old river," as their Chinese servants
called it, was full of interest to the young traders. At first so wide
as to seem rather a sea than a river, six hundred miles from its mouth
it was still nearly a mile wide, crowded with fine cargo steamers, and
innumerable native junks, rafts, lorchas and cormorant boats, conveying
the produce of the interior to the various treaty ports.  They passed
large riverside villages teeming with an industrious population: then
came into vast stretches of swamp choked with reed-beds, beyond which
the country for miles presented an unbroken vista of forest, or of
luxuriant crops.  Here clustered a village almost at the edge of the
stream, the quaint pagoda-like houses raised several feet above the
level, behind stone or brick embankments, necessary in time of flood.
At another place the houses were perched on a cliff, nestling
picturesquely among trees and shrubs. Between Ichang and Chung-king they
entered a region of rock-strewn rapids, which, however, were now partly
obscured by the summer floods.  The river here swirled seaward at the
rate of from seven to ten knots, forming dangerous whirlpools, and
needing skilful navigation.  Reinhardt had performed the journey many
times, and his crew were familiar with every part of the course.  The
launch thrashed its way against the current, and the hydroplane had no
difficulty in following in its wake, escaping the full force of the
enormous volume of water by skimming the surface.  In mere speed it was
the superior craft.

Reinhardt had not been very well pleased when he learnt that Burroughs
was to join his friend.  He was too astute not to be aware that the boy
disliked him; but he was also too astute to betray his consciousness of
it, and his manner towards Burroughs was if anything even more
conciliatory and gracious than to other people.  On the day of their
departure, when they met at the quayside, he greeted him with the
effusiveness of an old friend; and after their arrival at Sui-Fu, seemed
to lay himself out to please.  But the more pleasant he was, the more
distrustful Burroughs became; and the younger man was always annoyed
with himself because he feared he only imperfectly concealed his real
feelings.

Sui-Fu was a large city at the junction of the Min and the Chin-sha
rivers, which unite to form the Yang-tse-kiang.  It was a busy place,
and contained a considerable European community, whose houses stood in
wooded grounds on the river bank.  After spending a few days in the
English consul's bungalow, the two friends started a little chummery
near the river--a sitting-room, and a bedroom apiece, with a compound
and outbuildings for their native servants.  In addition to a cook and a
man-of-all-work, they had each a personal servant.  The two Chinamen
soon cordially hated each other, as is the rule in such cases; but
neither had any dislike for the other's master.  Lo San, Errington's
man, was just as attentive and respectful to Burroughs as his own man,
Chin Tai.  The Englishmen more than once had to intervene between the
two Chinamen when they were fighting with their feet and nails, and they
threatened at last to dismiss them both if they could not keep the
peace.  The threat was effective so far as it prevented fights and
shrill abuse; but the masters would have been amused, perhaps, if they
could have seen how the servants in their own quarters managed to
express their hate without making a noise.

There was a difference between the positions of the two boys at Sui-Fu,
inasmuch as Burroughs was nominally head of his branch, whereas
Errington was only an assistant to Reinhardt.  But it turned out that
the German was very often absent, travelling inland in various
directions.  He appeared to have an extensive acquaintance among Chinese
viceroys and other high officials, and had a very large personal
correspondence, which apparently had no relationship to the business of
his firm. The result was that a great deal of the routine work of the
office was left to Errington, who in a short time had practically as
much responsibility as Burroughs.  The two branches were in a sense
competitors--that is to say, they dealt in the same class of goods, and
bargained with the same merchants and dealers.  But thanks to the
personal relationship between the two Englishmen, their firms, so far as
the branches at Sui-Fu were concerned, acted in concert, to their mutual
benefit, because the Chinese merchants were unable to play one off
against the other.

One day, after the conclusion of a certain transaction between Burroughs
and a cotton-grower, Reinhardt remarked dryly to Errington that Ehrlich
Soehne had lost a chance of making a considerable profit.

"I dare say," said Errington quickly, "but Burroughs and I must either
work together, or definitely work against each other.  If we are going
to cut each other's throats I'd better go back to Shanghai."

"Nonsense, my dear fellow: nozink farzer from my soughts.  You do very
well; only I am vexed to lose good business."

The matter dropped.  Reinhardt found Errington too useful to be willing
to quarrel with him.  But a little later he let fall a hint that if
Errington held his tongue, it would be possible to carry through certain
business deals from time to time without Burroughs' knowledge.  Vague as
the hint was, it disgusted Errington, and he felt a dawning distrust of
Reinhardt; but the German, quick to read him, laughed it off as a joke,
saying that no one could suppose that Damon and Pythias could for a
moment be separated. Errington did not mention these matters to his
friend, from a reluctance to admit that Burroughs' opinion of Reinhardt
was justified.

It was soon evident to them both that Reinhardt, however much he might
be disliked by the community at Shanghai, enjoyed somewhat unusual
privileges.  His frequent absences were known to his principals, and he
made many visits to Shanghai and Kiauchou--visits which Errington, who
had good means of judging, knew were not connected with the business.  A
little light was thrown on the matter by Burroughs' comprador, who told
his master one day that he had a brother whose brother-in-law kept an
opium den at a small town a few miles up the river.  Opium-smoking was
forbidden in China, but, like gambling and lotteries and other
prohibited things, it was winked at by the local mandarins in many parts
of the country, in consideration of heavy bribes.  Reinhardt's launch
was often seen anchored off the place, sometimes when he had gone there
ostensibly to transact business with a cloth-dealer, at other times as a
stage in his longer journeys.  He had not the appearance of a victim of
the opium habit, and Burroughs concluded that he gave way to occasional
bouts, of which the effects were temporary.




                               CHAPTER IV

                             RIVER PIRATES


One day Errington had occasion to go some sixty or seventy miles up
river, to look after a consignment of goods which had been wrecked in
one of the native junks. He had some reason to suspect that the wreck
had not been merely an accident.  There was a good deal of unrest in
that part of the country.  Various cases of piracy had been reported
both up and down the river, and in Reinhardt's absence Errington thought
he had better run up himself, see that the cargo was safe, and make a
few inquiries into the state of affairs generally.

Burroughs and he had devoted much of their spare time to their flying
boat, which they were determined should thoroughly deserve the name by
the time they visited Shanghai again.  The journey offered an
opportunity of testing it over a longer distance and in deeper water
than hitherto, so Burroughs was nothing loath to accept his friend's
invitation to accompany him, and took a day off for the purpose.  They
employed the vessel as a hydroplane on the way up, being reluctant to
run any risks until Errington's business had been attended to.

On arriving at the scene of the wreck, Errington found that to all
appearance this had been purely accidental.  He arranged for the salvage
of the goods, and the forwarding of them in another junk, and then set
off in the early afternoon on the return journey.

It was a brilliant day, with very little wind; and having no further
anxieties on the score of business, they felt free to experiment with
the vessel in the air.  They had no doubt of the power of the motor to
generate sufficient speed to lift the hydroplane from the surface; their
only concern was the stability of it when flying.  Opening out the
planes, which lay folded close to the vessel, like the wings of a
dragonfly, when not required for aerial use, they fixed the collapsible
stays and switched their motor on to the air tractor at the bows.  The
vessel was already planing under the stern propeller; she now rose from
the water and sailed along for some time within a few feet of the
surface.  Then, tempted by the apparently favourable conditions, they
rose gradually to a greater height, and felt very well pleased with
their success.

Unluckily, however, they came suddenly upon an air pocket, caused no
doubt by the difference between the temperature of the air above the
banks and that of the cooler air above the river.  The machine dropped
with a rapidity that took them both by surprise, for as yet they were
not very expert airmen.  It plunged heavily into the water. They had
provided themselves with air-bags, so that the immersion lasted only a
few seconds; but the ignition of the engine was stopped, and they found
themselves in the unfortunate position of being unable to use the vessel
now even as a hydroplane.

With some difficulty they managed, with the help of their Chinese
engineer, to get the machine to the bank.  Recognizing the awkwardness
of their situation if they should find themselves overtaken by night so
far from home, they set to work energetically to overhaul the engine.
It was a long time before they could make it work again. Meanwhile dusk
was drawing on, and they were at least fifty miles from Sui-Fu.  When at
last they were satisfied that the engine would work well enough to
propel them through the water, they knew that it would be quite dark
before they reached home.

They pressed on with all the speed of which the engine was capable,
keeping well out in the broad river in order to avoid the masses of
reeds that fringed the banks.  The sky grew darker and darker, though
there was a little more light on the water than over the surrounding
country.  Suddenly their attention was attracted by a continuous
whistling, evidently from the siren of a steamer some distance down
stream.  They felt some curiosity as to the reason of so prolonged a
noise; but they had already learnt that in China people do such
inconceivable things at such unusual times, looked at from the Western
standpoint, that their interest was not seriously engaged.

"Some old buffer of a Chinaman amusing himself, I suppose," said
Errington.  "They seem to like to hear how much row they can kick up."

They were travelling at the rate of about twenty-five knots, and the
whistling grew louder moment by moment.  As they steered somewhat nearer
to the bank, to take a short cut round a bend, they suddenly came in
sight of a small steamer about three hundred yards ahead of them.  It
was now so nearly dark that the vessel was not very clearly
distinguishable.

Almost as soon as they caught sight of it, the scream of the siren
suddenly ceased; but immediately they became aware of a shrill babel of
voices--cries and shouts in the high tones that Chinamen invariably
employ. And as they drew swiftly nearer, they perceived that the vessel
was surrounded by a number of sampans, the low punt-like boats used by
the lightermen of the ports, and also by the pirates who infested the
river.

A moment later they recognized the steamer.  There were few vessels of
the kind in these high reaches of the Yang-tse-kiang, and they had lived
long enough at Sui-Fu to be able easily to distinguish them.

"It's Ting's vessel," said Errington.

Scarcely had he spoken when two or three pistol shots rang out.  There
was not a doubt that the steamer was being attacked. Burroughs, at the
wheel, steered straight for it.  Errington snatched up his revolver, but
an uneasy suspicion suggesting itself to him, he snapped it, and found
that its immersion had rendered it useless.

Only a few seconds had passed since they had first caught sight of the
steamer. Unarmed as they were, they meant to take a hand in behalf of
Mr. Ting.  Each seized a heavy spanner from their tool chest, and
Burroughs, telling the engineer to tie the machine to the steamer's
stern rail, shut off the engine and drove the hydroplane among the
sampans, sinking two of them by the impact.

Then seizing the stern rail, the two lads drew themselves up, and
vaulted on deck. There was no one at the wheel, but a crowd of
struggling forms was to be seen scrambling up the narrow gangways to the
bridge, where there or four men were striving desperately to force the
assailants back.  At a glance Errington saw that the men on the bridge
were the officers and crew of the vessel, and shouting to Burroughs to
take the port gangway, he himself made a dash towards the starboard one,
and fell upon the rear of the crowd.

The darkness, the excitement, the noise of the fight, had prevented the
attackers from discovering the approach of the hydroplane, so that the
sudden onslaught of the two white men, wielding heavy iron tools with
the vigour of sturdy youth, took them completely by surprise.  Both
Errington and Burroughs were very "fit" through much exercise, and three
or four of the crowd at each gangway had gone down under their vigorous
blows before those in front became aware of their danger.  When they
turned and found that their new opponents numbered only two, they rushed
upon them with yells of rage. But they had now to reckon with the men on
the bridge, who instantly took advantage of the diversion, and springing
down the gangways, threw themselves upon what was now the rear of their
assailants.

But for this rapid movement, the fight would have gone badly for the
Englishmen. One or two pistols were snapped at them, and they had
already received several gashes from the ugly knives of the pirates.
But it was evident from what happened now that the men on the bridge had
been husbanding their ammunition.  Shots fell thick among the pirates
huddled on the gangways and the deck adjacent.  One slightly built
Chinaman, his pigtail streaming behind him, flung himself down from the
bridge towards the spot where Burroughs, half stunned by a blow from a
burly ruffian, had been beaten to the deck.  This little man carried a
knife in each hand, and used these weapons with such demoniacal fury
that in a second or two he cleared the space between him and the fallen
Englishman.

The sudden turning of the tables took all the spirit out of the pirates,
who, though they were still three to one, sprang overboard on both sides
of the vessel, and swimming to their sampans, scuttled away like rats
shoreward.

"A velly good fight," said Mr. Ting, wiping his knives and raising
Burroughs from the deck.  "No bones bloken?"

"It's nothing," said Burroughs.  "I got a whack over the head that made
me see stars. Jolly glad you came to the rescue, sir, or there wouldn't
have been much left of me."

"Hai!  I think it is all vice vessa.  Without you and Pierce, where
should I be?  You got a whack, Pierce?"

"Oh, a baker's dozen or so, but I've had worse at rugger," said
Errington coming up.  "No: hang it! they've cut me, I see; we don't use
knives in our scrums.  What's it all about, Mr. Ting?"

"As you see, these pilate hogs attacked me.  I was going back after
doing a little business--plomised myself I would dine with you.  But let
us see who these pigs are."

[Illustration: A BRUSH WITH RIVER PIRATES]

His crew had already thrown overboard two dead bodies, and collected
several wounded at the foot of the gangway.  A lamp was lighted, and one
of the prisoners, whose head bore plain marks of contact with
Errington's spanner, was recognized by Mr. Ting's engineer as a
notorious bandit and pirate named Su Fing.

"The blessings of Heaven descend upon the just," murmured Mr. Ting.
"This man is the worst water-lat of the liver.  He is plotected by one
of the seclet societies that are the cuss of this countly, and all the
mandalins and plefects and likin[#] officers are aflaid of him, and hate
him as much. Suppose we take him to the yamen and accuse him befo' the
mandalin, he would be aflaid to pass sentence upon him.  Why? Because he
would be killed dead by the assassins of the seclet society.  No: we
will take him to the Consular Court at Sui-Fu; there we shall have
justice.  Of course his punishment will not be so heavy as if he was
condemned by a mandalin.  Then he would have his head cut off, or stand
in the cage, after a beating with the bamboo or the leather.  The
consuls do not punish thus. But when you cannot get the moon, a cheese
is velly acceptable: that is what we will do."


[#] Customs house.


The pirate captain and his wounded men were conveyed on the steamer to
Sui-Fu, and Mr. Ting accompanied the boys to the consul's court to see
the matter through.  The consul declared, however, that since the crime
had been committed against a Chinaman, he as an Englishman had no
jurisdiction, and the prisoners had to be brought before the local
mandarin.  The result was as Mr. Ting had foreseen.  The evidence was so
clear that it was impossible, even for a Chinese magistrate, to decide
in favour of the pirates.  He condemned them all to be beaten on the
cheeks with the leather, and then to stand tiptoe in the cage, with
their heads held up at the top so that they could get no ease from the
intolerable pain.  But the administrators of the beating laid their
strokes on very lightly, and the custodians of the cages left the
fastenings conveniently loose, so that within a few hours the men were
at large.  They remained quiet for a few weeks, while their wounds
healed: then it was evident, from reports brought down the river, that
they were at their old trade again.

"A nice country this is," said Errington in disgust.  "We'll take care
in future, old man, to keep our revolvers dry."




                               CHAPTER V

                              DIVIDED WAYS


With the coming of winter the two Englishmen found fewer opportunities
of employing their leisure time.  They both paid short visits to
Shanghai, but could not long be spared from their branches.  The intense
cold made hydroplaning or flying a pastime of doubtful pleasure, and
they had to fall back on their own resources, or on the recreations
afforded by the European society of the town.

Burroughs did not care for what he called "racketing."  He was fond of
reading, and preferred an evening with his books to social functions.
He joined Errington in games of draughts, chess or dominoes; but these
sedentary amusements had few attractions for the more active and
restless member of the chummery, who could not find in reading, either,
a substitute for his usual recreations. Occasionally they went out
shooting together: the reed-beds of the river abounded in wild fowl; but
the country was becoming more and more disturbed; the unrest which is
always fermenting in out-of-the-way parts of China broke out in riots
and other disorders; and one day they received a polite request from the
viceroy of the province to keep within the precincts of the settlement.
The viceroy had a nervous dread lest they should come to some harm, and
their Government cause trouble, which would result possibly in his
dismissal from office and the consequent loss of opportunities of
enriching himself, or even, if the matter were very serious, in the loss
of his buttons.  As peaceable traders they had no option but to comply
as gracefully as possible with this request: though if they had had no
business interests to consider, they would have been prepared to take
the risk of the attacks to which small parties of Europeans are
frequently exposed in the remoter provinces, especially during periods
of popular excitement.

The result of this enforced idleness on Errington was that he fell more
readily than he might otherwise have done to the temptation of
Reinhardt's card-parties, which became during the winter a nightly
institution.  Reinhardt was now seldom absent, and with one or two other
Germans in the settlement he spent the long evenings over cards.
Errington would sometimes rise from his seat in the little sitting-room
he shared with Burroughs, pace the floor restlessly, then, with a glance
at his companion engrossed in a book, slip out, more or less
shamefacedly at first, but afterwards with scanter offers to justify
himself, and make his way to Reinhardt's bungalow, where he was always
assured of a warm welcome.

It was unfortunate that he should find himself possessed of an unusual
aptitude for cards: still more unfortunate that for a time he had the
luck that proverbially attends beginners.  The card-players played for
stakes, and as the season advanced, the amount of the stakes, as so
frequently happens, advanced too.  Errington never deliberately intended
to play high, but he was almost insensibly led on by the example of the
older men; and having begun, he lacked the firmness to withdraw, and
shrank from appearing less of a sportsman than the others.

As was only to be expected, the luck presently turned against him, and
one night, after long play, he found himself not only stripped of all
his money, but in debt to Reinhardt.  This position was irksome to a
high-spirited temperament.  The idea of owing money to his superior was
unendurable, and after a restless night, during which he slept little,
he resolved to borrow from his chum enough to clear him.

"Got a few dollars to spare, old chap?" he said with an assumed
light-heartedness at breakfast.

Burroughs flushed, and cast his eyes upon his plate: an onlooker would
have thought from his manner that he was the culprit. He knew very well
what was coming, and felt instinctively what Errington had suffered
inwardly before he could have brought himself to this point.

"You can have what you like, Pidge--in reason, of course."

"Thanks.  I could do with twenty or thirty dollars just now.  Sorry to
trouble you."

"Oh, hang it, man, don't talk such rot. What's mine's yours any time you
like."

Errington pocketed the money hastily, and spoke of something else.  His
discomfort was so obvious that Burroughs hoped he would drop the
card-playing forthwith.  Until the monthly cheque for his salary
arrived, indeed, Errington absented himself from Reinhardt's parties.
He repaid Burroughs at once, and for a week or two never went out in the
evening.  But then the old restlessness crept upon him; once more he
joined the jolly party; then not an evening passed without his leaving
the chummery as soon as it was dark, not to return until long past
midnight. His losses became more serious, and he played again in an
attempt to retrieve them, only to plunge deeper still.

One morning, with pale face and stammering lips, quite unlike his wonted
self, he asked Burroughs for the loan of a hundred dollars.

"All right, old man," said his friend, determinedly cheerful, "but
aren't you going the pace rather?"

"What do you mean?" demanded Errington hotly, his old resentment at
restraint flaming forth.

"Well, it's no affair of mine, of course, but it's a pity, don't you
think, to let that fellow Reinhardt get the whip hand of you?"

"Confound you, why are you always girding at Reinhardt?  What's he done
to you? Anybody would think he's an ogre, waiting to crunch my bones, to
hear you talk."  He ignored the fact that for months Burroughs had not
once opened his mouth on the subject.  "What's a fellow to do if he
can't enjoy a harmless game?  It's all straight; you don't suppose I'd
play with sharpers; and one can't always win.  You don't want me to
shirk it when I lose, I suppose?  I tell you what it is: you're getting
mean and miserly; you're afraid you won't get your beastly money back."

"You know me better than that, Pidge," said Burroughs quietly.  "You're
a bit off colour, old chap.  Here's your hundred; pay me when you like."

If Errington had obeyed his impulse at that moment he would have
apologized to Burroughs, and renounced Reinhardt and all his works once
and for ever.  But shame, the sense of being in the wrong, false pride,
and above all the gambler's perpetual hope of success, tied his tongue,
and the precious moment slipped away.

Burroughs was very much surprised to get his money back within a few
days--before, as he knew, Errington had received any further remittances
from Shanghai.

"Much obliged, Moley," Errington said as he laid the notes beside his
friend's plate one morning.

Burroughs glanced up, but Errington would not meet his eye; so with a
"Thanks, old man!" as casual as Errington's own remark, he put the notes
into his pocket and began cheerfully to talk shop.  But he was much
disturbed in mind.  If his chum had won the money, it would encourage
him to go on gambling.  If he had not won it, how had he obtained it so
soon?  Burroughs hoped with all his heart that he had not borrowed of
Reinhardt or any other German of the set.  It was bad enough that
Reinhardt should entice his subordinate to play at all; and the low
opinion that Burroughs held of him fell still lower.

He would have been even more perturbed had he known the real source of
Errington's money.  Restive under the disapproval, of which he was
conscious, though Burroughs never again uttered it, the lad was foolish
enough to apply to the Chinese money-lenders. They were ready to oblige
a young Englishman, and fixed their interest to match the risk, as they
said: which meant that they would squeeze as much as possible out of him
by working on his fears of exposure and disgrace.

The nightly card-parties went on, and Errington became a constant
attendant. There grew up a constraint between the two friends.
Burroughs was anxious and worried, and could not help showing it.
Errington, in his own worried state of mind, was annoyed at his friend's
manner, all the more because he knew very well that he himself was in
the wrong.  His high spirits gave way to moodiness and irritability, and
after a time he avoided Burroughs.  It was a trying position for both of
them, inmates of one lodging. They saw less and less of each other, and
when they could not but meet, what conversation passed between them was
almost confined to business matters.

Naturally the affairs of the few Europeans in the town were freely
discussed by their native servants and their cronies. Vague rumours came
to Burroughs' ears, after a long round, of what went on at Reinhardt's
card-parties.  It appeared that Reinhardt himself was frequently the
winner when the stakes were high, and Burroughs became less and less
tolerant of a man who ought to have been particularly scrupulous in
keeping his subordinate out of mischief. Reinhardt was always very
polite and pleasant when he met Burroughs, but on more than one occasion
the latter was rude to him. There were no half measures with Burroughs.

One day, talking shop because they seemed to have now no other common
topic, Burroughs mentioned to Errington that he was negotiating a very
large transaction with a Chinese broker, and stated the terms on which
the consignment of goods was to change hands. Errington congratulated
him on the prospect of doing a good stroke of business, and the subject
dropped.

Next day, however, at the last moment, the negotiations fell through, to
Burroughs' great annoyance.  It was a loss to his branch, and
incidentally to himself, for both he and Errington had a small interest
in the turnover of their branches, as well as a salary. He was also
vexed at having mentioned the matter to Errington, when it was so unlike
him to talk about things that were still uncertain.

What was his surprise and irritation a few days later to hear from his
comprador that the transaction in which he had failed had been completed
by Errington, who had overbid him.

"Nonsense!  Absolute rot!" he said to the man, feeling indignant on his
friend's behalf.

The comprador spread out his hands deprecatingly and said--

"Allo lightee savvy all same, sah.  Mass' Ellington he go buy all jolly
lot."

"Shut up; I don't believe it."

The Chinaman shrugged: surely his master was very short this morning!
But he said no more.  Two days after, however, he brought Burroughs the
order for the goods, written on the official paper of Ehrlich Soehne,
and signed with Errington's initials.  At this, even a friend of long
standing might well be staggered.  Burroughs remembered that his chum
had been looking more and more worried of late.  He came to breakfast
with a pale face and weary eyes, and the look of a man who had not
slept.  Could it be that, in his urgent need of money, he had fallen to
the temptation of snatching this business out of the hands of the other
house?  If it had been Reinhardt, Burroughs would not have been at all
surprised; but that Errington had taken advantage of the information
casually given him to steal a march on his friend was inconceivable.
Burroughs knew perfectly well that at the time when negotiations were in
progress with him, Feng Wai, the Chinese merchant, had made no overtures
to the German firm, so that there was no question of the firms being
played off against each other.  Besides, it had always been an
understanding between the two old school-fellows that, a price having
once been named, each should abide by it.

The position was unendurable to Burroughs, who at once stepped over to
Errington's office, and walked, as he had always been accustomed to do,
though not frequently of late, straight into his room.  Once, Errington
would have sprung up from his seat with a hearty word of greeting: now
he remained sitting, with a look of embarrassment.

"I say, Pidge," began Burroughs, trying to speak in an ordinary tone,
"what's this I hear about Feng Wai doing better with you than with me?
I told you, you remember, that I had practically concluded the deal."

Burroughs was but a poor actor, and his manner, rather than his tone,
told Errington that he was labouring under some strong feeling.  Nervous
and irritable as he was, Errington at once took offence.

"I shouldn't listen to gossip, if I were you," he said; "next time come
straight to me."

"As it happens, I have come straight to you as soon as I had seen with
my own eyes what I wouldn't believe when I heard it.  I don't want any
more information than your signature."

"Look here, do you mean to be offensive, or can't you help it?  Say
straight out that you think I've gone behind your back, if you do think
it."

"Well then, if you want it straight, you shall have it," said Burroughs,
losing his temper.  "I've seen your order, signed with your initials.
After our agreement it would have been bad enough if I'd said nothing to
you; but having myself given you the terms, in confidence, as I
supposed----"

"That's enough!" cried Errington, springing up, his eyes ablaze with
anger.  "You've been looking accusations against me for months past, and
I've had enough of it. You always had the makings of a fine prig. Until
you beg my pardon, I swear I'll have nothing more to do with you."

And flinging out of the office, he slammed the door behind him.

Burroughs was as much hurt as enraged. This was the first serious row
between them since their early school-days.  But he was not inclined to
apologize.  He felt that he had asked for information in a perfectly
civil way; and though, in his heart, he could not help suspecting that
there was possibly some mistake, the sarcasm of his old friend had
wounded him too bitterly for him to hold out the olive branch.

When he went home to the chummery, the gravity of the quarrel was proved
by the fact that Errington had removed all his personal belongings.

"Where's Mr. Errington?" he asked of Chin Tai, his servant.

"He gone wailo Mass' Leinhadt," said the man, grinning.  He was glad to
have seen the back of Lo San, Errington's man.

And next morning, when Lo San brought an envelope containing a
remittance for the entire amount that Errington owed him, Burroughs felt
still more deeply incensed. To repay him with money borrowed from the
German seemed the finishing stroke to their old friendship.  In the old
days, a quiet talk would have set matters right instantly; but the
previous coolness between them, due to Errington's gambling, rendered
that course now impossible.

The explanation was exceedingly simple. Errington had received an
inquiry from Feng Wai immediately after he had heard from Burroughs of
the negotiation in progress. He had quoted exactly the same terms, and
the bargain was struck.  But the Chinaman found that, the rates having
gone up slightly, he was unable to supply the goods, and went to the
office to ask to be released from his contract.  It happened that
Errington was out at the time, but Reinhardt was there. Scenting a
chance of raising a difference between the two friends, Reinhardt agreed
to give the enhanced price, merely altering the figures in the contract
note, taking care to make the new figures as like Errington's as
possible.  The Chinese merchant is usually as good as his word; but Feng
Wai had had only a verbal understanding with Burroughs, and thought
himself justified in concluding the transaction at the higher price.
Reinhardt stipulated that the extra price should not be disclosed; but
Burroughs' comprador often got information through private channels, and
it was not long before he was aware of the terms of the bargain.

The appearance of Errington at his bungalow that evening, in a towering
rage, told Reinhardt that his scheme had succeeded, but he was scarcely
prepared for the completeness of the breach between the friends. He owed
Burroughs the grudge which a mean and dishonourable man often owes a
more honourable one for no other reason than that he is more honourable.
He was now anxious that Errington should not discover the change of
price, for he knew that, if he heard of it, he would at once seek to put
himself right with his friend.  Errington was too angry at first to give
any explanation of the quarrel; but presently he said--

"What's all this tosh about outbidding Burroughs with Feng Wai?  Nothing
in it, is there?"

"Of course not.  You initialled ze contract yourself, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"Ze invoice will prove it: I show you zat to-morrow when we go to ze
office."

Before night he had made a private arrangement with Feng Wai that the
goods should be invoiced at the original price, and that the difference
should be made up by Reinhardt himself.  His intention was to recoup
himself by an adjustment in his private ledger under what an Englishman
would call "squeeze."  The invoice, consequently, satisfied Errington
that there was no foundation for Burroughs' suspicion, and he nourished
a deep resentment against his old friend for harbouring it.  Reinhardt
was, of course, careful to file the altered contract note among his
private papers: to alter the figures back again could hardly be done so
neatly as to escape the notice of one so keen as Errington.

Thus Errington became an inmate of Reinhardt's house, and the breach
between the two friends widened.  In a place where there is only a small
community of white men, a disagreement of this kind is at once set
right, or it becomes far more acute.  With Errington, the mere idea that
he could be suspected by his friend of such a trick as he had accused
him of rankled more and more as time went on.  He found himself
harbouring bitter thoughts, not only of him, but of Mr. Ting; for in his
perverted state of mind he was ready to listen to Reinhardt's
suggestions that the Chinaman had profited by his father's losses, and
was actually enjoying a wealth which, if right were done, would be his
own.

By and by his bitterness of spirit was if possible aggravated by the
suspicion that Reinhardt cheated at cards.  Being more continuously in
the German's company, he noticed little things, slight manifestations of
character, which had before escaped him. He watched his host more and
more carefully, and though he was unable to bring the matter home to
him, he grew at length almost convinced that Reinhardt was a swindler.
This, coming upon the loss of his friend, which in his better moments he
felt deeply, so worked upon him that he found his situation unendurable,
and applied to his firm for a transfer still farther up the river. The
managers at first hesitated, but his threat to resign unless his
application was granted, coupled with reports of his business aptitude
from all with whom he had come in contact, produced the result he
desired. Rather than lose his services, the firm put him in charge of a
small sub-branch at Chia-ling Fu.




                               CHAPTER VI

                          MR. TING SPEAKS OUT


During the whole of the winter there had been much speculation among the
European residents in the treaty ports as to the cause of the unrest
disturbing many different parts of the country.  Disorder of one kind or
another is always smouldering in China. Sometimes it is due to the
oppression of the officials, sometimes to hatred of the foreigners,
often to obscure causes which not even the older white residents in the
country can understand.

For some time past there had been risings in various districts which
puzzled even the acutest and most experienced.  A rumour had gradually
arisen that they were due partly to the secret societies which supported
predatory bands in many parts of the empire, partly to direct incitement
from without.  Germany had always expected far greater things from her
possession of Kiauchou than had actually sprung from it.  Her appetite
for colonial extension had grown by what it fed on, and been whetted
especially by her successful deals with France over Morocco.  Her
colonial party hungered after a big slice of the Middle Kingdom, but
while China was at peace with herself and the rest of the world, there
was little that Germany could do, without risking armed opposition on
the part of other interested Powers.

From time immemorial it has been the custom of strong states desiring
territorial aggrandisement to make an opportunity of fishing in troubled
waters.  Many people in China now said that German agents were at work
in more than one part of the empire, stirring up the forces of
disruption which were always latent in the country.  Whether rightly or
wrongly, Burroughs had begun to suspect, from various small matters that
fell under his observation, that Reinhardt was such an agent.  His
comprador reported that the German had been seen in communication with
the river pirate who had been captured in the attack on Mr. Ting.  He
said that it was whispered in native circles that German money had
bribed the officials to connive at the bandit's escape.  At first
Burroughs merely smiled at these reports, but they were so persistent
that, taken in connection with Reinhardt's frequent unexplained
absences, they at last made an impression upon him. Perhaps there was
something in them after all.

From the newspapers which he received regularly from Shanghai he learnt
that the German fleet in Chinese waters was to be strengthened by the
addition of several river gunboats, for the protection of German
subjects who might be threatened by the growing disorder.  Inasmuch as
the disturbances were not as yet serious--no more alarming than the
outbreaks that occur about every five years in one part or
another--Burroughs shrewdly suspected that in this case the wish was
father to the thought.  It was becoming a favourite move of German
diplomacy to send a gunboat to some centre of disorder, which could only
be removed by some one paying compensation.  When, therefore, the
smouldering disaffection broke into an active rising about a hundred and
fifty miles up the river from Sui-Fu, a German gunboat was moved up as
far as she could proceed with safety, and several launches were sent
still farther.

The total German population for whose lives the German Government
professed to have such a tender regard consisted of Reinhardt and two or
three compatriots at Sui-Fu, together with about an equal number at
stations on other parts of the river.  No similar move had been
considered necessary by any of the other Powers.  The Chinese Government
protested, explaining that the disorders were slight, and would be at
once suppressed.  But the Germans refused to go back, and China was not
certain enough of the unanimity of the other powers to risk a war with
Germany unaided.

The Chinese officials saw that it was of the greatest importance to keep
the peace along the river, so that the Germans should have absolutely no
excuse for intervening.

When the movement of the German vessels took place, Reinhardt was absent
from Sui-Fu.  Errington had been established for some weeks at Chia-ling
Fu.  On Reinhardt's reappearance at his station it was rumoured among
the Chinese that he had actually been in the camp of the
revolutionaries, whose leader was none other than the river pirate of
Mr. Ting's adventure.  There was a very persistent report that the
insurgents were well supplied with money, a circumstance sufficiently
remarkable in itself to lend support to the suspicion that the Germans
were secretly backing the insurrection.

Errington meanwhile, in his new position at Chia-ling Fu, had gone from
bad to worse. The city itself was more attractive than Sui-Fu; it was
situated at the junction of the Min with two other rivers, amidst very
fertile and picturesque country.  Errington might have found much to
interest him if he had cared to make friends with the missionaries, or
with the Englishmen in the town.  But his connection with a German firm
brought him necessarily into closer contact with the little German
colony, among whom there was a careless, card-playing section.  Cards
were practically the only recreation; and Errington, deprived of any
steadying influence, fell more and more under the fascination of
gambling.  Absence for a time from Reinhardt dulled his suspicions of
that gentleman's honesty, and when the German paid occasional visits to
Chia-ling Fu he found Errington as ready as ever to associate with him.
At the card-parties luck was steadily against the Englishman, and in
course of time he was heavily in debt to Reinhardt and others.  He went
to the money-lenders again; but they declined to give him any further
assistance, and began to press him in regard to the amounts he already
owed them.

Reinhardt also happened to be pressed for money.  An American
globe-trotter of great means came to Sui-Fu, and was persuaded by
Reinhardt to join his card-parties.  He proved more than a match for the
German, who, piqued at his losses, played higher and higher, until at
the end of a fortnight he was many hundred dollars to the bad.

One day he ran up to Chia-ling Fu in his launch, and called on
Errington.  After a little general conversation, he said casually--

"By ze way, zose little sums you owe me--will it be convenient to pay
up?"

"I'm rather stoney just now," replied Errington, with an uneasy laugh.
"Can you give me a little time?"

"Sorry, my boy, I would if I could; but I also am stoney.  I must have
ze money. But zere is a way for you.  Why not go to Mr. Ting?  I do not
say it is true, but zere are many who believe zat Ting has still moneys
of your late fazer, my old friend.  A compatriot of mine, a man I know,
once heard your fazer say in ze Shanghai Club zat whatever happened to
him, ze boy--zat is you, naturally--would be provided for. Ting, said
he, would see well to zat."

"My guardian in England told me I had next to nothing," said Errington,
much surprised; "and my education was so expensive that by the time I
came of age there'd be precious little left."

"I know nozink about zat.  I know only what my friend told me.  How
stands ze matter?  You owe me five hundred dollars; I cannot afford in
zese times to wait for ze money; zerefore I say, apply to Mr. Ting."

Errington thought over the suggestion. The suspicions already planted by
Reinhardt had not taken very deep root, but this fresh hint that Mr.
Ting might be actually turning to his own use money that did not belong
to him made Errington resolve to broach the matter at the first
opportunity.

Mr. Ting at intervals travelled up the river on business.  It happened
that he came to Chia-ling Fu a few days after Reinhardt had made his
suggestion.  He called on Errington, as he had often done before, gave
him news of friends in Shanghai, and showed no sign of any change of
feeling towards his old employer's son.

Errington was restless and ill at ease all through the interview.  His
natural pride revolted against the course he was forcing himself to
take.  At last, just as Mr. Ting was leaving, he said hesitatingly and
with a shamefaced air--

"Could you--would you mind lending me a thousand dollars?"

The Chinaman showed no surprise.

"You find your pay not enough?" he said.  "It was incleased, was it
not?"

"Yes, but----"

"And you are a young man," Mr. Ting went on.  "You have no wife nor
pickins. I think with your pay, and your commission--velly good, if I
hear tlue--you can live velly well.  Plaps you tell me what you want so
much money for."

Errington began to walk up and down the room.  He was struggling with
himself: should he make a clean breast of it?  Shame, an ill conscience,
and the suggestions of Reinhardt combined to tie his tongue.

"Betting?" said Mr. Ting quietly.  He put on his spectacles, a curious
trick of his at serious moments.

"No, I don't bet."

"Card-playing?"

"There's no harm in an occasional rubber, is there?" said Errington, his
temper rising.

"Gambling?" went on the remorseless Chinaman.

And then the storm burst.

"What right have you to question me?" demanded the boy furiously.  "You
are not my guardian.  You profess to be a friend of mine, and when I ask
you for a slight favour you preach at me.  You're rolling in money, and
won't lift a finger to help a fellow.  I don't want your money, though
if what people say is true, the amount I asked you for is a precious
small portion of what I might claim from you as a right, and no favour."

"Hai!  What fo' you talkee so fashion? What foolo pidgin you talkee this
time?" cried Mr. Ting.  In his indignation at what was in truth a charge
of bad faith the Chinaman lapsed for a moment into the pidgin English of
his childhood.  Then, recovering his composure, he said with quiet
dignity: "You are the son of a gentleman who was my master and my flend,
and I cannot say to you what I would say to any other man who insulted
me so.  I do not gludge the sum that you wish to bollow, but I am solly
that you want money for leasons that you will not tell, and which I must
think are no cledit to you.  But I tell you now, I will lend you enough
money to pay all you owe, if you will give me a plomise, the word of a
gentleman, that you will make no more debts in the same fashion."

Errington looked at him for a moment; then, muttering "Pledge my freedom
to a Chinaman!" he flung out of the room in a rage.




                              CHAPTER VII

                        A DISCOVERY IN THE SWAMP


The situation of the young fellow was now pitiable in the extreme.  He
did not know where to turn.  There were six other white men in the
place, of whom only two were English; and as he canvassed them one by
one in his mind, he recognized that it was hopeless to apply to any of
them.  Remorse, bitter self-reproach for his folly, mingled with the
harrowing fear of ruin and exposure. He thought of the pleasant months
he had spent in Mr. Burroughs' house; the kindness all had shown him;
the confidence they had put in him; and the thought of losing the good
opinion of his friends was agony.  He felt that he had kicked away the
supports that might have been his.  A word to the Mole would, he knew,
bring his old friend to his help; but there was that miserable
difference between them.  A simple promise to Mr. Ting would save him;
but pride held him back, and the suspicions that were poisoning his
mind.  Feeling utterly lost, he went to his room, and buried his aching
head on the pillow.

Reinhardt came to him next day.

"Well, did Ting shell out?" he said.

"No," replied Errington.  "Give me a week, Reinhardt; I'll pay you in a
week, or----"

"Do nozink foolish, my boy.  Zat's all right; I will wait a week; in a
week anyzink may happen."

On Errington's part it was a mere staving-off of the evil day--a
clutching at a straw; the last desperate hope of the gambler that time
was on his side.

But how to kill time?  He could not attend to his business; there was
little else to be done except play cards, and besides having no money,
he hated cards now with a savage hatred.  Hearing, however, from one of
the Englishmen in the place that there was good duck-shooting some few
miles up the river, he resolved to go for a day's sport. The Viceroy's
request that the Europeans would not venture beyond their own settlement
was forgotten, in spite of the fact that it had lately been repeated
with some urgency.  The country was disturbed, and the swamps haunted by
the wild fowl were in the midst of the district affected.  They
surrounded a number of small villages which were known to be the nests
of river pirates, and hot-beds of the insurrectionary movement. To the
ordinary traveller the villages were almost unapproachable, being
situated on dry tracts encompassed by the reedy marshes that extended
for some miles inland from the banks of the river.

One morning Errington started in a native sampan with his Chinese
servant.  On approaching the spot of which he had been told, he noticed
that Lo San looked uneasily at some large Chinese characters painted in
white on a rock at the river-side.

"Well, what is it?" he asked.

"Ho tao pu ching," replied the man. "Way no flee."

"Not free!  Not clear, I suppose you mean.  Why not?  There's plenty of
room between the rocks."

"Pilates, sah; plenty bad fellas."

"Hang the pirates!  It's very kind of the billposter, but we've nothing
worth scooping.  Go on."

But game appeared to be scarce.  Duck were seen in the distance, but
Errington could never get within range.  Determined not to return
empty-handed, he went farther into the swamp, and was punting towards a
thick growth of reeds fringing a piece of open water, on the far side of
which he had noticed some birds, when his eye was caught by a boat
floating apparently towards this open water down a narrow and irregular
channel from the Yang-tse.  The channel was so much overgrown with reeds
and rushes that it was not easy to distinguish the nature of the
approaching craft.  Errington took up his binocular and scanned it,
expecting to discover that it was a sampan, like that in which he was
himself travelling.  But on closer inspection it proved to be more like
a dinghy, and probably belonged to some vessel anchored in the
neighbourhood.

It was too far off for him to see clearly the two men in the dinghy;
they had their backs to him, but their general appearance suggested
Chinamen.  All at once a slight turn in their course revealed what had
previously not been visible, they were towing an object of much larger
size.  It was impossible to distinguish it; it might be a raft or a
large sampan loaded with goods.

Reckless as his mood was, Errington was not utterly rash, or disposed to
court danger out of pure wilfulness.  While he was watching the boats,
he drew the sampan within the shelter of the clump of reeds through
which he was making his way.

"Take a look," he said, handing the binocular to his servant, who,
however, preferred to use his own eyes.

"China fellas, sah," he said in a low voice. "My tinkee better go back
chop-chop."

The man had felt all along that his master was foolish to come alone
into these parts, so far from the town; but he knew the Englishman's
temper, and the rejection of his former word of warning had kept him
silent since. Now, however, the sight of a strange boat, manned by
Chinamen, near the haunts of the pirates, induced him to offer more
definite advice.

But in vain.  Errington was not the man to be scared by actual dangers,
still less imaginary ones.  The moving boats had frightened away the
ducks, so that there was no present chance of sport.  And having nothing
better to do for the moment, he drove the sampan quietly still farther
among the reeds, bade Lo San keep still, and settled to watch the
strangers.

As they drew nearer, he noticed something that piqued his curiosity.
The men in the boat, whom he now knew to be Chinamen, looked cautiously
around, as if to make sure that they were not observed.  Screened though
he was by the reeds, Errington had the curious sensation which watchers
often have, that those whom he could see also saw him.  But the men gave
no sign of uneasiness; the dinghy passed behind the further edge of the
clump of reeds, and disappeared.

Errington was now sufficiently interested to determine to wait.  Ten or
twelve minutes afterwards, the nose of the dinghy emerged from the
rushes; the men turned it round, and made off in the direction from
which they had come.  But Errington saw at a glance that there was now
no object astern of them.  He wondered what it was, and where it had
been left.  Probably the circumstance would not have held his attention
for a moment but for the men's cautious look around; their manner
suggested that they were hiding something.  It might be no business of
his; on the other hand, it struck him that, since the incident had
happened in a district infested by pirates, some of these pests had
recently made a haul of goods.  He felt that at all hazards he must
satisfy himself; not that there appeared to be any danger, but he could
not tell but that, behind the screen of reeds at the farther end of the
open water, there might be an encampment of the water-rats, as these
gentry were called by the Englishmen.  The object with which Errington
had set out was forgotten; duck-shooting was an exciting sport, but it
did not challenge his imagination as did the possibility of a contest of
wits or activity with men; and with nerves braced he resolved to
investigate.

Venturesome as he was in ordinary circumstances, Errington was not
without the instinctive cautiousness of the born scout. He did not,
therefore, head straight across the pool, as any one who knew him
slightly, and argued only from his impulsiveness, might have expected
him to do.  Instead, he forced the sampan slowly and with some
difficulty through the margin of rushes bordering the pool.  Many other
channels besides that on which the boat had come, led from the open
water to the river.  Coming to one of these narrower passages, he
glanced up and down before crossing it, to make sure that there were no
other men who might see him and interfere with his movements.  His
object was to reach the wider channel, and then follow the course that
had been taken by the dinghy.

It occurred to him that the dinghy, when it disappeared among the
rushes, might have towed the second craft to a pirate encampment; and as
the direction in which it had gone was on his right-hand side, he took
the left-hand side of the pool, and punted slowly along until he came to
a spot where the broad channel was open to his view for a considerable
distance.  He looked in the direction in which the dinghy was going when
he last saw it.  It was no longer in sight. With another cautious glance
round, pausing for a few moments to listen, he crept out into the pool,
and set out for the other side. It was not very difficult to find the
narrow opening in the reeds through which the dinghy had passed with the
other vessel in tow.  But when he had once entered it, he saw how almost
impossible it would have been to find his way had he not carefully noted
the exact place of entry.  Reeds grew out of the water on every side.
There was no real passage; apparently it was not a regular waterway, and
he ceased to expect to see any human habitation at the further end,
wherever that might be.  The water was shallow, and the only indication
that it was navigable at all was afforded by the bent rushes where the
two craft had previously passed.

After proceeding for a few yards, however, he found that the water
became slightly deeper, and there were some signs of the reeds having
been cut.  An attempt had apparently been made to clear a channel.  His
former idea returned to him; perhaps it led to an encampment after all.
He drove the sampan on with even greater caution, becoming more and more
interested as he noticed how the channel wound this way and that among
the thickest beds of rushes.

Threading this tortuous channel for perhaps a hundred yards, he came
with startling suddenness upon the object of his search. The reeds came
to an end, and on a stretch of firm ground, rising three or four feet
above the level of the swamp, four or five low ramshackle huts,
constructed of poles and matting, stood about thirty yards back from the
edge of the water.  The space between them and the water was littered
with an extraordinary miscellany of objects, all of them of a more or
less imperishable character--pots and pans, vases, tiles, native images,
and other things, which from their arrangement in bales, bundles, or
stacks, appeared to be articles of merchandise, but not in actual use
here.

With his knowledge of the kind of thing that went on in these swamps,
Errington at once guessed that these objects were the spoil of trading
vessels captured by the river pirates and brought to this cunningly
devised or carefully sought hiding-place. There were black rings here
and there on the ground that were without doubt the marks of camp-fires.
But the place had a deserted, a neglected, look.  The huts were boarded
up, except where they were so tumbledown that no such precaution was
possible.  Three or four old and rickety sampans were drawn up at the
brink.  But the object which had been towed by the dinghy was floating,
secured by a rope to one of the uprights of a ruined hut close to the
shore.

Errington looked at it curiously.  It appeared from its shape to be a
boat of some kind, but being completely covered with matting its
outlines were indistinguishable. Wondering what its contents could be,
to be so carefully covered up, Errington punted the sampan alongside,
and lifted a corner of the matting.  What he saw gave him a surprise
comparable only to a galvanic shock.  Underneath was a stretch of canvas
that exactly resembled a wing of the flying boat, folded back, as
Burroughs' custom was when the vessel was not in use.  Lifting the
matting further, Errington had no more doubt.  The object before him,
shapeless and ungainly as it was under its cover, was indeed the flying
boat.

Lo San's astonishment was equal to his own.  The Chinaman uttered a
smothered "Hai!" then looked fearfully around, as if expecting that the
sound would bring a crew of the dreaded pirates yelling about them.  But
there was no sound, no sign of life.

Errington's first impulse was to tow the vessel out, and convey it to
his own station. Then a doubt crossed his mind.  The dinghy which had
brought it to this spot had been unmistakably of European build.  The
vessel from which it had come was probably not far distant.  Perhaps
Burroughs himself was on it.  Errington puzzled his brain to hit upon
any reason why his old friend should have wished to conceal his
hydroplane in this swamp.  Had he come up on business, or pleasure?
Could it be that Mr. Ting, in his journey down-stream, had called at
Sui-Fu, informed Burroughs of the mess into which Errington had got, and
persuaded him to come up and attempt to set matters right?  The thought
made him angry.  He flushed hot at what, in his perverted imagination,
he looked upon as a breach of confidence.

"Hanged if I'll interfere!" his thoughts ran.  "I'm not the keeper of
the thing, confound it!"  (This was the vessel in which he and Burroughs
had spent so many pleasant hours.)  "A pretty ass I should look if I
took it back, and found that the Mole intended it to be hidden.  The
place is evidently deserted.  No, I'm dashed if I do anything.  It's no
concern of mine."

Dropping the matting back, he swung the sampan round, and begun to punt
somewhat savagely towards the pool.  The old sore was reopened.  The
occupation and excitement had for a time banished all recollection of
his wretched circumstances; but everything now came back to him; the
weight bore down again upon his spirit.

"Makee too muchee bobbely,[#] sah!" murmured Lo San anxiously.


[#] Noise.


The warning recalled Errington's caution. He was still within the
pirates' hunting-ground. He took care to urge the sampan less violently;
but, on coming safely to the river, resumed his energetic movements.  It
was a long pull back, and he was tired when, late in the afternoon, he
again reached the town.




                              CHAPTER VIII

                            CROWDED MOMENTS


Feverishly anxious not to be left alone with his thoughts, Errington was
glad to accept an invitation to dinner that evening with an Englishman
with whom he had lately become rather friendly.  They were sitting over
their coffee when a third member of the little community came in.

"Sit down, Hamilton," said Errington's host, whose name was Stevens.
"Have a cigar?  You look as if you'd hurried up. Anything wrong?"

"Same old thing.  The rebels have licked the Government troops, and are
marching on Cheng Tu.  The same performance will be gone through, I
suppose: riot and burning, a bit of a massacre, a scare among the
Europeans; then the Viceroy will take it in hand; he'll pay for the
capture of Su Fing; his head will fly, and then we'll have peace for a
year or two.  All comes of education, Stevens; you don't agree with me,
I know; but if they weren't so desperately fond of examinations and
remained in their primal ignorance, I believe there'd be no rebellions.
Su Fing has passed more examinations than any other man in the
province."

"Well, let's be thankful they're so far away.  They won't trouble us."

"I'm not so sure.  You know young Burroughs of Sui-Fu?  You know him, of
course, Errington?"

"Yes."

Errington had never spoken of Burroughs or his intimacy with him: the
subject was too sore.

"Well, that flying boat of his of which we've heard accounts has
disappeared.  I don't know the particulars, but we got a wire an hour
ago asking us to keep a look-out."

"A trick of the river pirates, I suppose," said Mr. Stevens: "nothing to
do with the rebellion."

"Perhaps not; but Su Fing owes Burroughs a grudge for his interference
in that affair with Ting Chuh.  By the way, weren't you in that too,
Errington?"

"I lent a hand."

"If Su Fing isn't in it himself, you may be sure some of his people are,
and it looks as if we shall have trouble all up the Min."

"You're not going, Errington?" said Mr. Stevens, as his guest rose.

"If you don't mind.  I've a bit of a headache, and mean to turn in
early."

"Sorry.  Well, come up to-morrow, and we'll have a rubber.  Good-night."

The headache was not feigned, but Errington's principal reason for
leaving early was that he wished to think over the news he had just
heard.  The flying boat had been stolen, then!  He could hardly explain
to himself why he had said nothing of his discovery; unconsciously, no
doubt, he felt that to speak would have opened up the matter of his lost
friendship with Burroughs--a matter which he could not have discussed.

"What a fool I was not to bring it away!" he thought.  "Yet why should I
bother myself?  The Mole's no pal of mine now. Let him look after his
own property."

But this attitude did not last.  The roots of the old comradeship
remained, though the leaves had withered.  In the night recollections of
former days crowded upon his mind, and his thoughts of the Mole became
more kindly.

"Hanged if I don't fetch it, and send it back to him," he said to
himself.

He got up about four o'clock in the morning, called Lo San, and told him
to put some chapatties and soda water into the sampan.

"We're going to fetch Mr. Burroughs' flying boat," he said.

"No this time, sah," said the servant, anxiously.  "No belongey
leason.[#]  Plenty bad fellas longside ribber."


[#] It's unreasonable.


"Sa-ni kow-tow[#]!" cried Errington, using a phrase often employed by
the common people.  "You no come, I go all-same alone.  Savvy?"


[#] I'll cut off your head.


But Lo San, like most of his kind, had a sense of loyalty.  He made no
further protest, but went sullenly about the preparations for the
journey.

Errington, now that he had made up his mind to get the flying boat,
determined to leave nothing undone to ensure success.  He took a rifle
as well as his revolver, and gave similar weapons to his "boy."  It
occurred to him that he would have done more prudently in enlisting help
among the other Englishmen; but he took a sort of grim pleasure in
setting out unaided; it would be heaping coals of fire on Burroughs'
head, he thought, to restore the flying boat to him. And he did not mean
him to know to whom he was indebted for its recovery.

They left the town before sunrise, when nobody was about.  In his
pursuit of sport on the previous day Errington had been led on so
insensibly that he had not taken particular note of the course; and as
Lo San, with the China boy's usual indifference, had left everything to
his master, they were some hours in discovering the channel through the
swamp.  Then, however, they proceeded rapidly, though with great
caution.  On arriving at the broad pool, they moved slowly round it,
prying up and down the channels opening from it, to make sure that no
other craft was in sight.  Then they crept into the tortuous passage to
the right among the reeds, and silently approached the shore where they
had seen the flying boat.

Errington had reason to bless his circumspection when, on rounding the
last curve, he caught sight of six or eight sampans drawn up on the
shoaling ground.  He instantly checked his own craft and withdrew a few
yards into the reed-bed, where he could see, without being seen.  Two or
three of the better shanties, which on the day before had been boarded
up, were now open.  A wizened old Chinawoman was cooking fish at a small
stove in the open space in front--no doubt a late breakfast for the
crews of the sampans, who were resting after nocturnal prowlings.

Errington considered what he should do. In his decision impulse and
calculation had an equal share.  An alarm would bring perhaps a score of
pirates after him, and it would be impossible to tow the flying boat
fast enough to escape the pursuit of the pirates' sampans.  Even with
nothing in tow, he could not propel his craft so rapidly as these men
who lived on the river.  Nor could he bring the boat away by its own
power, for the engine could not be started without noise; and supposing
he got away in time to escape the rifles of the pirates, he would almost
certainly stick in a reed-bed and fall an easy prey.  Besides, the
engine might not be in working order.  If the flying boat was to be
brought away, swiftness and silence were equally necessary. There was
little doubt that as soon as the meal was cooked, the Chinawoman would
rouse her employers.

The bow of the flying boat touched the shore, where, as Errington had
noticed on the previous day, it was held by a rope attached to a ruined
hut.  The stern was partially concealed by a thin clump of rushes.
Errington made up his mind that he must get on board, approaching
through these rushes, and discover whether the engine was in working
order, and whether there was any petrol on board.  If the engine was
workable, Lo San must tow the vessel out until he reached clear water,
while he himself got ready to run it under its own power.

It was a chilly morning, but Lo San was shivering rather with fright
than with cold. He looked aghast when his master told him in a rapid
whisper the plan he had formed. But he knew that his best chance of
saving his skin was to do as he was told, and at Errington's order he
gently propelled the sampan until it lay within the shelter of the reeds
near the stern of the flying boat. Telling him to remain perfectly
still, Errington let himself gently down over the side, carrying a rope;
then, keeping the flying boat as much as possible between himself and
the old Chinawoman, he waded the few yards that separated him from the
stern of the vessel.  To this he made fast the rope; then, gently
lifting the matting a foot or two, he clambered as quietly as possible
over the side and into the hull.

A little light filtered through the meshes of the mats, but not enough
for his purpose. Accordingly he took out his knife and cut a slit in the
covering on the side away from the huts.  Then, crouching low so that
the matting should not be disturbed by his movements, he crept to the
engine.

He found that the petrol tank was nearly empty, but luckily there were
two or three unbroached cans of the spirit.  One of these he opened, and
poured the petrol in a slow noiseless trickle into the tank.  It was
impossible without noise to test the machinery, but he examined it as
carefully as he could in the dim light: everything appeared to be in
order.

Now crawling into the fore part of the boat, he slipped his hand between
the matting and the gunwale, and cautiously cut through the
mooring-rope.  It fell into the water with a dull splash; fortunately
the vessel was so low built that the rope had only a foot or two to
fall.  Waiting until the unbroken silence without assured him that the
old woman had not taken alarm, he crept back again towards the stern,
lowered himself into the water as silently as he had raised himself
before, and began to haul very gently.  The shore was soft, so that the
movement of the keel over it made no sound; on the other hand, the soil
clung to the keel, and to move the vessel required more force than
Errington expected.  But it slid inch by inch towards the water, and
might have floated in absolute silence had Errington been able to see
what he was doing.  But just at the critical moment, when the most
minute care was needed, he pulled a little harder than he should have
done, and the bow dropped into the water with a splash.

Errington, hidden behind the stern, did not see the little contretemps
which might have provoked a smile from Lo San, if he had had any sense
of humour, and had not been quaking with fright.  At the splash the old
woman looked up from her cooking, in the direction of the waterway
through which the sampans had come.  Seeing nothing there, she muttered
a malediction, and was turning to her stove again, when she happened to
notice that the mat-covered craft a few yards away was floating free,
and that the mooring-rope lay on the shore. Without any suspicion other
than that the vessel had somehow worked loose, she dropped the fish she
had been preparing, and hobbled down the shore with the intention of
tying the boat up again.  Quickening her steps as she saw that it was
moving away, she leant forward to clutch it, missed her footing, and
plunged headlong into the water with a stifled scream.

Hitherto Errington had carefully kept out of sight; but at the double
sound of scream and splash he could not refrain from peeping round the
side of the boat.  The old woman was floundering in the effort to regain
her feet.  The water was no more than three feet deep, but the bottom
was muddy, and the woman, scared by what was probably the first
immersion of her life, could not stand up, but was still on hands and
knees, only her head showing.  Errington had never heard such screaming.
Fearing that the old creature would be drowned, he rushed forward in his
impulsive way to help her.

His chivalry deserved a better reward. The old crone, as soon as she saw
him, let out a series of even more piercing shrieks than before, and,
finding her feet at last, scrambled ashore, and with a limping trot like
that of an aged cab-horse, fled towards the huts.  "Fan-kwei!
Fan-kwei[#]!" she screamed, rubbing her wet face with her fishy fingers.


[#] Foreign devil.


Even as he had reached her, Errington repented of his impulse, for the
woman's shrieks had already drawn a grimy head to the entrance of one of
the huts.  The pirate was presumably too sleepy, or too much confused at
the sudden awakening, to see clearly what was going on, for he gave
Errington time to dash back to the stern of the boat.  Hauling it
through the reed-bed--and it required little force now that the vessel
was afloat---he fastened the stern to the sampan with a few turns of the
rope, telling Lo San to paddle with all his might towards the water-way.

The Chinaman needed no second bidding. The huts were already discharging
their fierce-eyed occupants.  Lo San paddled with an energy of which he
had never shown himself capable in the service of his master. Errington
waded beside the flying boat, doing what he could to fend it off the
reed banks.  He was already out of sight of the huts, but the yells and
execrations behind showed only too clearly that the pirates were
launching their sampans in pursuit.  Had he got sufficient start of them
to gain the pool?

"Ossoty! ossoty[#]!" he cried to Lo San, and the panting Chinaman put
still more force into his strokes.  Errington looked behind, but the
windings of the channel, and the encumbering reeds, prevented him from
seeing how near the pursuers had come. His momentary turn caused the
boat to jam against a clump of rushes, and a few seconds were lost while
he went to the bows and with a heave of the shoulder sent the vessel
once more into the stream.


[#] Make haste.


In a few seconds more, Lo San gave a jubilant shout of "Hai galaw!"  He
had come to the pool.  Instantly Errington sprang into the flying boat
and, telling the boy still to paddle hard, flung off the matting and
switched on the current.  To his intense relief the sparking was
instantaneous.

"Stop!" he yelled.

Lo San dropped his paddle.  The propeller was whirling round, and
Errington with his hand on the wheel turned the vessel towards the open
channel.  A sampan shot out from the network of reeds behind them.  The
man in it uttered a shout, threw down his paddle, lifted his rifle, and
fired.  Lo San tumbled into the bottom of the sampan, which was now
being towed by the hydroplane.  Errington did not see him; his eyes were
glued on the channel in front. He dared not as yet put the engine at
full speed; the reed-beds on either side projected here and there too
far into the water-way; if the propeller became entangled the game would
be up.  More sampans emerged from the rushes; more shots were fired; but
the pirates' marksmanship was wild, and seeing that the hydroplane was
going at a slow pace, they ceased firing and paddled frantically on,
hoping to overtake the vessel before it came clear of the channel into
the main stream.

[Illustration: A CRITICAL MOMENT]

The foremost sampan was within a few yards of the little craft in which
Lo San, quite unhurt, lay cowering in the bottom, when Errington at last
considered it safe to open his throttle.  The hydroplane shot forward at
a pace that seemed to snatch the following sampan out of the very hands
of the pursuers.  From this time the chase was hopeless.  The pirates
paddled on a short distance further, then stopped, yelling with rage,
and firing after their quarry with blind fury.  Not a shot took effect.
The hydroplane was soon out of sight, if not out of range.

Errington looked behind.  Lo San was not to be seen.  With a qualm lest
the boy had been hurt, Errington slowed down, stopped, and waited
anxiously until the sampan came up by its own momentum.

"Are you hurt?" he cried, seeing the boy inert.

"No, sah: velly muchee funk," replied Lo San, without offering to rise.

"Then get up, you owl, and come aboard," said Errington.  "Lug the
sampan up after you.  First chop numpa one fightee man _you_ are."

"My no likee fightee pidgin," mumbled the boy, as he clambered up.

"You belongey chow-chow pidgin,"[#] said Errington.  "Sit down."


[#] You're better at eating.


And starting the engine again he ran into the open river, and rushed
up-stream against a strong current at the rate of twenty-five knots.

On arriving below the town, he steered the vessel into a narrow
unfrequented creek, lowered the sampan, and finished the journey as he
had begun it.

"Don't say a word about this, or I'll sack you," he said to Lo San.

He walked up the town, to the office of the local agent of Mr.
Burroughs.

"Mr. Ted has lost his flying boat, I hear," he said unconcernedly.

"Yes," replied the agent.  "It was stolen yesterday."

"Well, the thieves apparently didn't know what to do with it.  You'll
find it in the creek just below Mr. Stevens' wharf."

"You don't say so, Mr. Errington!  That's extraordinary.  I'll wire to
Sui-Fu at once."

"You had better say that you'll send it down in tow of the first
steamer.  That'll be safe enough, I think."

"I'll do that; but maybe Mr. Ted will come up and fetch it himself.  I'm
glad it's so soon found, any way."

"Yes.  And oh!--I say, you needn't mention me," said Errington as he
walked out of the office.

The agent telegraphed the bare news of the recovery of the vessel, and
asked for instructions.  But thinking over the matter, he felt a little
puzzled at Errington's manner, and made a shrewd guess that he had
somehow gained possession of the stolen vessel. He wrote next day to
Burroughs, mentioning his suspicion.

Burroughs, who had himself housed the flying boat on the night preceding
the disappearance, and heard of the theft early next morning, was
naturally delighted to hear that his vessel had been recovered. But he
felt somewhat surprised that it had been found at such a distance up the
river. He had at once suspected that the theft was the work of river
pirates, but so far as he knew they were quite unfamiliar with the
working of a petrol motor, and they could hardly have towed the vessel
so far against a strong current in the time which had elapsed between
its loss and its recovery. He telegraphed to his agent to report how
much petrol there was on board, and the reply that the tank was nearly
full, and that there were two unopened cans besides, confirmed his
belief that the boat had not travelled under its own power.

This made him suspect that it had been carried up on some larger vessel;
but no steamer had gone in that direction, nor was it in any case likely
that the boat would have been put on board any of the regular
steamers--unless some one had purloined it for a joke.  That was
inconceivable.  He mentioned the matter to his comprador, Sing Wen, who
said that he would make inquiries.

Later in the day, the comprador reported that Reinhardt's motor launch
had been seen within a few miles of the port, shortly before dark on the
evening of the theft.  A telegram to his agent brought the news that the
launch had passed Chia-ling Fu on the following morning.  Putting these
two facts together, Burroughs came to the conclusion that the German had
been concerned in the theft, though for what motive he could not
imagine.

His agent's letter, suggesting that Errington had at least played some
part in its recovery, gave him a good deal of pleasure. The severance of
their friendship had troubled him, and Errington's complete silence
since his removal to Chia-ling Fu had inflicted a deep wound.  To him,
looking back upon it, the cause of the quarrel appeared too trumpery to
justify a permanent breach; but knowing his old friend's temper, he had
hesitated to take the first step towards a reconciliation.  And being
somewhat stiff-necked himself when he believed that he was in the right,
he could not bring himself to apologize for a wrong which he had not
done.

Now, however, there seemed to be an opening, and he wrote to Errington
the following note:--


"MY DEAR PIDGE,

"I've just heard that I owe the recovery of the old flier to you.  Many
thanks.  I'm burning to know more about it, and would run up if I
weren't too busy just now.  When I can find time I shall come, and give
you a call.  I hope you like your new quarters.

"Yours ever, "THE MOLE."


Errington read the note with a curling lip.

"He thinks I've forgotten, does he?" he thought.

And he tore the note across, and threw it petulantly into the
waste-paper basket.




                               CHAPTER IX

                           SU FING'S PRISONER


Four days after Burroughs dispatched his letter to Errington, when the
lapse of time showed pretty plainly that it was not likely to get an
answer, he received a visit from Mr. Ting.  The merchant, though he had
refused Errington's request for help, had not done so out of
hard-heartedness or stinginess, but from a wish that the boy should
learn a severe lesson, that would leave an enduring stamp.  But when he
had gone a few days' journey down the river his heart smote him.  He was
young enough himself to understand the racking anxiety which his old
friend's son was suffering; and his knowledge of the desperate
expedients to which harassed young fellows sometimes resorted, made him
decide to return to Chia-ling Fu, so that he might be at hand to rescue
Errington from the worst consequences of his folly.

He had called at Sui-Fu on his way up a few days before, intending to
find out from Burroughs more precise details of Errington's
circumstances; for as yet he had not heard of the split between the two
friends.  But Burroughs chanced to be absent up country, and they did
not meet. On this second occasion, however, Burroughs was in his office
when the Chinaman called.

"How d'you do, Mr. Ting?" he said; "sorry I wasn't in the other day.
All well at Shanghai?"

"Yes, when I left.  That is now some days ago.  You are doing well, your
father says."

"Rubbing along, you know.  These disturbances up the river aren't good
for business."

"That is tlue.  And your flend Pidge--I have his school name, you
see--will know that even better than you.  I saw him a few days ago."

Burroughs did not reply, and Mr. Ting's observant eyes detected an air
of constraint in his manner.

"You do not see him so often now, of course," the Chinaman went on.
"That is a pity, when you are such good flends. It is a pity, too, that
he is so fa' away. He did not look well: do you know what tloubles him?"

"He hasn't said anything to me," said Burroughs, looking still more
uncomfortable.

"He has not sent you a letter lately?"

"No," said Burroughs, adding hastily: "but I wrote to him a few days
ago."

"And you have heard of no tlouble he is in?" Mr. Ting persisted.

Burroughs hesitated: it was his way to think before he spoke.  He had
heard only gossip about the card-playing that went on at Chia-ling Fu,
and it seemed hardly fair to Errington to discuss his personal matters
merely on hearsay.  Mr. Ting, of course, was his friend; all the more
reason, thought Burroughs, for not telling what Errington himself had
evidently not told.  But Mr. Ting seemed to divine what was passing in
the boy's mind.

"I think you had better tell me all about it," he said quietly.  "I have
a good leason for asking: we are both his flends.  Tlouble neglected
becomes still more tloublesome, as we say.  Tell me, then."

"The truth is," said Burroughs, won over by the Chinaman's evident
sincerity, "Pidge and I have had a row.  A ridiculous cause.  He thought
I doubted his honour; I lost my wool----"

"Your wool!  I do not understand: is it not cotton?"

"My temper, I mean," said Burroughs, with a smile.  "A silly thing to
do, because you always say more than you mean."

"Ah yes!  Anger is a little fire: if it is not checked, it burns down a
lofty pile. Well?"

"We parted on bad terms, and haven't spoken since.  He said he wouldn't
have anything to do with me till I apologized."

"And the apology?  You sent it in your letter?"

"No, I'm sorry to say I didn't.  Idiotic pride on my part, for of course
I never really doubted him; only after you've had a row it's jolly hard
to say so--to a fellow like me, at any rate."

"Then you come with me, and you shall be flends again.  The yielding
tongue endures: the stubborn teeth pelish.  Now you have had confidence
in me, I will be open too.  Pidge has been gambling."

"I know," said Burroughs gloomily.

"And he owes a thousand dollars or mo'e.  We must save him flom the men
who have led him away, and turn him flom gambling.  I asked him to
plomise not to gamble again: he would not; plaps for you he will."

"I don't know," said Burroughs.  "He is so touchy, you know; can't bear
to be advised.  We shall have to go very carefully to work.  But there's
a hope in what has happened lately.  He can't really bear me a serious
grudge, because he took the trouble to recover my flying boat and send
it back to me."

"Hai!  How was that?"

Burroughs told of the theft of the vessel, and of what had happened
since.  Mr. Ting listened attentively, and then related a curious story.

On his way up the river he had met the captain of a junk whom he
occasionally employed, and in conversation with him learnt of a strange
experience that had befallen him not far above Sui-Fu.  He had been
sailing down in his junk, and called at a riverside village to take on
some goods. Having stowed his cargo, and wishing that the junk should
reach Sui-Fu before night, for fear of the river pirates, he sent her on
under charge of his mate, while he remained to negotiate a certain
business transaction with an up-country merchant whose arrival at the
village had been delayed.

On the completion of his business, just before sunset, he started in a
sampan manned by two men, expecting to overtake the junk before she
anchored for the night. Much to his alarm, when only three or four miles
above the port, he discovered that a boat was dogging him.  He did not
know whether the crew were pirates or police: it was now too dark to
distinguish; but as a matter of precaution he ordered his men to pull
into the bank, and wait until the boat passed.

When he got within the shadow of some trees overhanging the stream, he
was more alarmed than ever: the pursuers were also making for the bank.
He was quaking in his shoes; but the boat, instead of coming directly
towards him, passed by at a distance of some thirty yards, and
disappeared.

He waited until it had had time to get out of earshot, and resumed his
journey. But he had hardly gone a quarter-mile down stream, when he
heard a low hail, and then the sound of several voices.  Steering again
into the bank, he looked down the river, upon which a crescent moon was
throwing a pale light.  And then he saw the boat re-appear, towing what
looked like a launch into mid-stream.  At the same moment he heard the
throbbing of a motor vessel, and from round a bend in the river there
came a large launch, which hove to as it reached the boat.

In a few minutes the motor launch was again under way, and as it passed
rapidly up stream, the captain of the junk, being well acquainted with
all the motor vessels on the river, recognized it at once as that
belonging to Reinhardt.  But it was not alone.  It had in tow the
smaller craft which had been drawn out from the bank. This smaller
vessel would perhaps not have attracted the captain's attention had it
not been somewhat curious in shape, owing, as he supposed, to a full
cargo which was concealed under matting.

"There's not much doubt it was my boat," said Burroughs, when Mr. Ting
had ended his story.  His face had gone pale, and there was a twitching
of his nostrils; but his tone of voice was perhaps even more equable
than usual.  Mr. Ting noted how he differed from Errington in that
respect.

"It looks as if Mr. Reinhardt wanted to pick a quarrel," he added.

"Velly culious," said Mr. Ting, reflectively. "What you call a plactical
joke, plaps."

"A kind of joke I don't appreciate," said Burroughs shortly.  "I think
Pidge must have understood that.  He's thick with Reinhardt, who
probably told him of the trick, and learnt that he had gone a trifle too
far.  Are you going up to Chia-ling Fu to-day, sir?"

"If you will come with me.  A word of advice, if I may.  Say nothing to
Leinhadt about the matter until you know.  One egg is better than ten
cackles."

Burroughs discussed a few business matters with his comprador; his boy
Chin Tai meanwhile packed his bag; and in an hour he was ready to
accompany the merchant to his launch.  They had crossed the gang-way,
and were waiting for the skipper to cast off, when they saw an old steam
launch coming swiftly down from the direction of Chia-ling Fu.

"Do you mind holding on a few minutes?" said Burroughs.  "She may have a
letter from Pidge on board."

"Velly well," said Mr. Ting, putting on his spectacles.  "Lot of
passengers, you see: velly culious."

The deck of the launch did, indeed, present an unusual appearance.
Instead of the one or two white passengers who might have been expected
at this hour--for the vessel must have left Chia-ling Fu very early in
the morning--there was a considerable crowd of men, women and children.
Every inch of standing room appeared to be occupied. And as the launch
drew nearer, it was plain that the passengers were of all
nationalities--German, English and Japanese traders with their families,
English and French missionaries conspicuous among the rest by their
Chinese garments.

"Looks like a general exodus," said Burroughs, his eyes narrowing.
"Something is wrong."

"Yes," said Mr. Ting: "velly much long."

He recrossed the gangway to the quay. Burroughs, shading his eyes
against the sunlight, remained on the boat, searching the crowd for the
familiar tall form of Errington.

The launch drew in, and the merchants on board, recognizing Mr. Ting,
began to shout to him; but all speaking together in their respective
languages, it was impossible to make out what any of them said.  As soon
as they had landed, however, Burroughs, who had now returned to the
quay, was singled out by his agent, and told of the exciting events
which had happened at Chia-ling Fu.

For several days the European community had been in a state of nervous
tension owing to reports of the successes of the rebels further north.
Despite all the efforts of the ill-armed, ill-disciplined rabble that so
frequently masquerades as an army in the interior of China, the
insurgents had made great headway.  They had captured Cheng Tu, and an
attempt to retake the place had been defeated, with considerable loss to
the so-called regular troops.  The success of the rebels had brought, as
is always the case, large accessions to their numbers.  All the restless
and turbulent elements of the province for two hundred miles round had
flocked to the captured city.  There were no Europeans there except a
few French missionaries who were reported to be held prisoners, but to
have suffered no ill-usage.

This news put every one at Chia-ling Fu on the alert.  Arrangements were
made to move down river at short notice.  The Europeans recognized that,
whatever might be the treatment of the missionary prisoners, the lives
of any white men captured by the insurgents must always be in jeopardy.
Even where their leaders desired, from policy, to protect their
prisoners, the blood-thirstiness and anti-foreign prejudices of their
ignorant following were always likely to force their hand.

It had been expected at Chia-ling Fu, however, that news of any
southward movement of the rebels would be reported by native spies in
time to enable the Europeans to make their escape.  But just before dawn
on this morning, they had been wakened by the sound of shots and a great
hubbub.  They sprang up, pulled on their clothes hurriedly, seized their
arms, and sallied out to see what was afoot.  They found the city
already in the hands of the insurgents.  Making a wide circuit by night,
an immense force had crept upon the place from the landward side, and at
the same time a large fleet of vessels of all descriptions, including
two or three steamers captured at Cheng Tu, had come down the river and
anchored at some little distance above the city.  The sleepy sentinels
at all the gates had been surprised and overpowered, the rabble poured
in, and the place fell without striking a blow.

All these details were not known until afterwards: the confusion at dawn
had been so great that the Europeans knew nothing except the bare fact
that the city was captured, and that they were prisoners. To their great
surprise, in a few hours they were all released, told to collect their
belongings, and conveyed to the steamer which had just brought them down
the river. Clearly the leaders of the insurgents intended to show that
the rising was a purely domestic one; they did not wish to provoke
action by the foreign Powers.

All the time that Burroughs was listening to the story told him by his
agent, he kept his eyes on the gangway, hoping to see Errington step
off.  He recognized several acquaintances among the passengers, but his
old friend did not appear.

"Where's Mr. Errington?" he asked his agent.

"Upon my word, Mr. Burroughs, I don't know.  I never thought of him.  I
suppose----"

"Mr. Stevens, was Errington on the boat?" asked Burroughs, stepping
towards the gangway and taking the merchant by the sleeve.

"Errington!  Of course he was.  That is, I suppose so.  We are all here;
but such a crowd of us that we were very much mixed up.  Hamilton, did
you see Errington?"

"Surely: but no, now I come to think of it, I didn't.  Isn't he here?"

Answers of the same kind came from all the passengers who were
interrogated.  In the confusion and excitement, in their preoccupation
with themselves and their families, they hardly knew who had been among
them, and who not.  It was very soon certain, however, that Errington
was not among those who left the vessel.

"What can have happened to him?" Burroughs said to Mr. Ting anxiously.
"He's such a hot-headed chap that it would be just like him to show
fight."

Mr. Ting looked more troubled than Burroughs had ever before seen him.

"I hope he is safe," he said.  "Plaps he escaped in a sampan, and will
come by and by.  We must wait and see."

But though several vessels came down in the course of the day, bringing
native merchants who had fled from the city, Errington was not in any of
them, nor did his boy appear.  Mr. Ting's journey up-stream was
necessarily abandoned.  With the rebels in possession of the river no
one would be safe.  It was with very anxious hearts that Burroughs and
the Chinaman awaited the dawn of another day.




                               CHAPTER X

                          LO SAN'S PILGRIMAGE


Startled from sleep by the mingled din of shots and yells, Errington
sprang from his bed, and seizing his revolver, rushed to the door of his
little bungalow and unlocked it.  It was thrown back in his face, and
before he could recover himself, the weapon was knocked from his hand,
and he found himself on the floor, with a dozen villainous-looking,
ragged and dirty Chinamen on top of him, screeching at the pitch of
their voices. He understood not a word of what they said; none of them
could speak even pidgin-English: had he known Chinese he would have
learnt that the "foreign devil" was destined to be carried to the
arch-leader of the insurrection.  Su Fing had an old grudge to pay off
against him.  The brigand had taken particular trouble to ascertain the
dwelling of the young Englishman to whom he owed a deep scar on his
learned brow, and a period of imprisonment which, though short, had left
a rankling sore in his aspiring soul.

Errington made his captors understand by signs that he preferred not to
face the world in his pyjamas, and was allowed to dress himself in their
presence, amid a battery of remarks more or less offensive, but luckily
incomprehensible to him.  His hands were then tied behind him, and he
was hurried down to the quay, placed on board a gunboat, and carried up
the river.

His captors, squatting about him with their spears held upright in their
hands, may perhaps have been surprised at the smile upon the young
Englishman's face. Errington was, in fact, amused at his
situation--rather relieved than dismayed.  This was the very day on
which he had promised to pay his debt to Reinhardt--the end of the week
of grace.  He had gone to bed feeling that next day he would be ruined
and shamed; to find himself the prisoner of Chinese rebels, who were
carrying him he knew not where, but certainly out of Reinhardt's reach,
struck him as a comical trick of fate.  At that moment he felt almost
affectionate towards the ugly ruffians who were squinting at him.

Meanwhile some of the rebel band were making themselves very free with
his belongings.  They ransacked his wardrobe, appropriated his rifle,
his silver cups and other trophies of athletic prowess, tossed about his
papers and a pack of cards they discovered in a drawer, and gathered up
into bundles all that they deemed worth looting. One of them, passing
into the out-buildings at the back, caught Lo San by the pigtail, and
soundly thrashed him for being so evil-disposed as to serve a European
master. The cook and the other domestics had already seen the error of
their ways and left without notice.

It would perhaps have surprised any one who had seen Lo San only on the
occasion of the adventure in the swamp, to find that he alone of
Errington's household had not fled at this climax of his master's
misfortunes.  But Lo San was made of good stuff. He might tremble before
a pirate, but his soul was staunch to the master who had been kind to
him and paid him well.  The devotion of his native servant is a gift
which many an Englishman in the East has learnt to prize.

Lo San hung about the house, having received his thrashing meekly, until
the looters had stripped it bare.  When they had gone away, he wandered
disconsolately through the disordered rooms; nothing of value was left,
but he collected the scattered papers and the pack of cards: "Massa
velly muchee likee he," he murmured.

Then he sat down to think.  He was very sore, in body and mind; and very
poor, for his castigator had snatched away the little bag, hung at his
waist, in which he kept his store of cash.  "Massa Ellington" was gone,
and it seemed to Lo San that he would know no peace of mind until he at
least discovered his master's fate.  "Supposey he come back sometime,"
he thought, "and look-see my belongey 'nother massa!  My no catchee
plopa pidgin[#] that time, galaw!"  And after an hour's solemn
meditation he got up, groaning as the movement reminded him of his
stripes, and went out into the town.


[#] That won't be good business.


Outside a mean little eating-house he saw a group of insurgents eating a
breakfast (for which they had not paid) of fat pork, rice and beans,
washed down with tea.  He looked at them hard; none of the looters of
his master's bungalow were among them; and it occurred to him that, as
he had probably a long journey before him, it was sound sense to fortify
himself with a meal.  But he had no money; and though he guessed, by the
lugubrious countenance of the eating-house keeper in the background,
that the eaters had none either, or at any rate would not part with any,
he was shy of joining himself to them uninvited.  All at once a happy
thought struck him.  He put on an engaging air of cheerful humility, and
addressing the group in the terms of flowery compliment that come
natural to a Chinaman, he offered to show them a little magic in return
for food.  Being as comfortable and content as men may be who have fed
well at another's expense, they gave a glad assent, and Lo San,
squatting before them, produced the pack of cards.  He was a very
watchful and observant person, and, silent and unnoticed in his master's
room, had looked on sometimes when Errington amused his company with
those tricks that seem to the uninitiated such marvels of
thought-reading. He had picked up the secrets of one or two, and now for
a good hour he amazed and mystified the rebels with simple tricks which
he had to repeat over and over again.

Thus establishing himself in their good graces, he accepted with
unctuous gratitude the food which they dealt out to him--somewhat
meagrely, as a sea-beach audience rewards its entertainers; and then,
praising their valour, generously buttering them, he led them on to talk
of the doings of the day. It was not long before he had heard more than
enough about the exceeding greatness of Su Fing, their august chief,
whose Chinese virtues shone with the lustre of the sun: and with quick
wit he jumped to the conclusion that his master had been captured by
emissaries of Su Fing, who to be sure had reason to remember his only
meeting with the Englishman.  The prisoner had without doubt been
carried to the rebel chief's headquarters at Meichow, higher up the
river; and Lo San made up his mind that it was his plain duty to journey
to Meichow and discover what his master's fate was to be.

Putting up the cards very carefully, for they had a new value for him,
he kow-towed to his illustrious benefactors, as he called the sorry
ruffians, and took his way to the riverside.  The river was crowded with
various craft of the insurgents, and some distance down stream the
launch on which the Europeans had been placed was puffing towards
Sui-Fu.  Lo San, primed with information gleaned from his late hosts,
found it now an easy matter to pass himself off as a rebel, especially
as he contrived to get possession of a spear which had been incautiously
laid down by its owner. Swaggering with a truculent air among the crowd,
he soon discovered from their talk that the Europeans had been released,
and supposed that his master was among them.  But just as he was
considering which of the sampans lying at the shore he should
appropriate for a night journey to Sui-Fu, he was unlucky enough to
catch the eye of a seller of wood, whom he had kicked from the house a
day or two before for asking an absurd price. This man also had armed
himself with a spear, and letting out a fierce "Hai yah!" he sprang
towards Lo San to avenge himself for his kicking, at the same time
acquainting people at large with the fact that the wretch was the
impudent wind-inflated hireling of a foreign devil.  The unhappy
consequence was that Lo San was set upon by a dozen others besides the
wood-seller, and soundly thrashed a second time for the same offence, an
injustice that wounded his soul even more poignantly than the
spear-butts his body.

But there was compensation even in this, for while his persecutors were
belabouring him, they let their tongues wag freely with abuse and
objurgation, and the wood-seller taunted him with the loss of his
master, who would soon, he said, be "sliced" for the amusement of the
august Su Fing.  Lo San, when left to himself, reflected that but for
this second beating he might have gone down uselessly to Sui-Fu, when
his master had been carried in a quite contrary direction.  "Even in the
blackest thunderstorm there is a flash of lightning," he said to
himself, resolving to journey up-stream as soon as he ached less.

His misfortunes, however, made him wary. If he purloined a sampan and
paddled up the river, he would certainly meet many rebels; and with his
self-confidence shaken he could not face the risk of another thrashing.
So he resolved to perform the journey to Meichow on foot.  He found a
secluded nook where he might rest a while; then, still sore, and
beginning to feel hungry again, he set off on his long tramp.

It is not necessary to describe his journey at length.  There was no
beaten road; he had to find his way over fields of mustard and beans,
through woods, and across streams lined with bamboos.  He passed the
night, cold and hungry, perched in the lower branches of an oak, and
started again as soon as it was light.  When he came to a village, he
procured food by exhibiting his magical skill with the cards; but he
avoided the more populous places, and walked for hours together without
seeing a human being. It was a very weary, tattered, woebegone object
that at length stole into Meichow.

Here again he put the cards to profitable use at an eating-house.  He
learnt that Su Fing was absent, having gone westward with a large force
to deal with the regular troops that were said to be marching from
Tibet. Everybody knew that an English prisoner had been brought in the
day before, and was now incarcerated in the yamen of the prefect, who
had fled when Su Fing raided the town. It was a commodious mansion,
standing in excellently laid-out grounds, with a large piece of
ornamental water on which the prefect had been wont to paddle his
pagoda-boat of an evening, feeding his swans.  In Su Fing's absence, the
place was occupied by his personal retainers.

Footsore and exceedingly depressed, Lo San dragged himself to the yamen,
and stood like a humble mendicant at the gate, watching the stream of
people that went in and out.  If only he had had his bag of cash, he
might have been able to convey a message to the prisoner within;
door-keepers, and more important officials, in China will do much for
money.  But he had no money; even his pack of cards was useless now, and
Lo San limped sorrowfully away.

Once more giving himself to meditation, his thoughts turned to "Massa
Bullows."  He knew of the rift between the friends; he knew its cause;
there is little concerning his master that a Chinese "boy" does not
know.  He liked Burroughs; the only thing in his disfavour was that he
employed a wretched creature named Chin Tai.  It occurred to Lo San that
"Massa Bullows" ought at least to know of "Massa Ellington's"
whereabouts.  So it happened that under cover of night the Chinaman
loosed a sampan from its moorings, steered it into the river, and
allowed himself to be carried down by the stream towards Chia-ling Fu
and Sui-Fu beyond.  There was not the same risk in going down the river
as there would have been in coming up, and Lo San, paddling as soon as
he was out of earshot, was soon speeding along at a rapid rate towards
Sui-Fu.




                               CHAPTER XI

                      REINHARDT SHOWS HIS COLOURS


Early next morning, Burroughs, lying awake, thinking about getting up,
and worrying about Errington, heard sounds of a violent altercation in
the compound outside his windows.  He recognized the voice of his boy
Chin Tai, raised to an indignant squeal, mingled with tones less shrill
indeed, but quite as angry.  The disputants were raging at each other in
Chinese, the words following one upon another like the magnified
twittering of birds, or, as Burroughs thought with mild amusement, like
the click of typewriters.

Knowing no Chinese, he was unable to follow the furious dialogue, and
listened drowsily, expecting that the noise would soon subside.  But
presently he heard the sound of blows; the war of words had led to
active hostilities.  Springing out of bed, he went to the window, and
saw Chin Tai wrestling with a Chinaman of most disreputable
appearance--some beggar, perhaps, who had proved too importunate.

A moment afterwards Chin Tai flung his opponent to the ground, knelt
upon him, and clasping his hands about the man's throat was proceeding
to knock his head against the ground, when Burroughs called sharply from
the window.

"Get up!" he said.  "What for you makee all this bobbely?"

Chin Tai rose at once, trembling with rage, and for the moment unable to
express himself.  Released from his clutches, the other man staggered to
his feet as soon as he had regained his breath; and Burroughs recognized
him, with a start of amazement, as Lo San, Errington's boy.

"He come this side makee bobbely, sah," shouted Chin Tai.  "He hab
catchee plenty muck, no plopa come look-see massa so-fashion."

"Get out of it," cried Burroughs.  "Where did you come from, Lo San?
Where's Mr. Errington?"

"Massa Ellington he Meichow side, sah. He belongey plison Su Fing.  My
come this side tellum massa; Chin Tai he belongey too-muchee sassy[#];
he say no can see massa; my come long long wailo nightey-time, velly
sick inside.  What time my stlong, my smash Chin Tai he ugly facee."


[#] Saucy.


"That'll do.  I'll be down in a minute. Stay where you are."

Burroughs made a hasty toilet, ran down into the compound, and eagerly
questioned the man, who he could see was half dead with fatigue and
hunger.  He shouted a peremptory order to Chin Tai to bring some food,
which the boy obeyed with a very bad grace. Lo San told his story, and
produced the pack of cards, now bent, torn and indescribably dirty.

His news gave Burroughs a great shock. He had half convinced himself
that Errington had escaped from Chia-ling Fu at the first alarm, and
probably made his way down stream with the idea of taking refuge on
Reinhardt's launch, which had been seen off Pa-tang.  There was just a
chance that he had shown fight, and been overpowered; but the fact that
the other Europeans had suffered no ill-treatment reassured Burroughs as
to Errington's ultimate safety.  The knowledge that he had been
deliberately captured by Su Fing's orders and carried to the rebel's
head-quarters was alarming.  It seemed that Su Fing's personal grudge
against the Englishman had prevailed over his wish to avoid any act that
would call for intervention by a European Power.

Burroughs at once sent for his comprador, Sing Wen.  He wished that he
could have consulted Mr. Ting, but the merchant had gone down-stream to
urge on preparations for an expedition to recapture Chia-ling Fu. A few
hundred soldiers had come into Sui-Fu on the previous day, and a small
Chinese gunboat was expected to arrive shortly; but it was generally
known that two or three weeks must elapse before it was possible to
bring up a force large enough to cope with the insurgents.  Meanwhile
what was to become of Errington?  Lo San had reported the wood-seller's
boast that Su Fing would "slice" his prisoner; and though it was
incredible to Burroughs that the rebel chief should dare to commit so
monstrous a crime, he felt very uneasy: there were many indignities
short of actual torture or death that his old friend might suffer by
Chinese ingenuity.  It was important, if anything was to be done for
Errington, that it should be done at once.

Having put all this to his comprador, Burroughs asked for his advice.
Sing Wen was a solid, hard-headed man of forty, who had many connections
of a business kind up the river.  But he had to confess that in this
emergency he was at a loss.  Burroughs suggested the bribing of the
guards at Su Fing's yamen before Su Fing himself returned; but Sing Wen,
while admitting that money would work wonders sometimes, pointed out
that the present case was exceptional.  The rebel chief's underlings
would scarcely be persuaded to connive at the prisoner's escape, knowing
that on Su Fing's return they would certainly be put to the torture.
Sing Wen quoted the maxim of the famous bandit Ah Lum

    "Virtue is best: hold Knavery in dread;
    A Thief gains nothing if he lose his Head."


Still, it would be something to open up communications with the
insurgents; and Sing Wen in the last resort mentioned his brother's
brother-in-law, the keeper of the opium den at Pa-tang, who had an
extensive acquaintance among Chinamen of doubtful reputation, and could
learn, better than any other man he knew, what were the possibilities of
bringing influence to bear at Meichow.

Pa-tang was not quite half-way between Sui-Fu and Chia-ling Fu.  It was
likely to escape annoyance by the rebels because it contained the only
well-equipped opium establishment in the district, and would be visited
indifferently by insurgents and Government troops as neutral ground.
Burroughs decided to run up there with the comprador in his hydroplane.
Sing Wen pointed out that caution would be necessary, because the river
between Pa-tang and Chia-ling Fu would certainly be well patrolled by
the rebels, and there was some risk of being snapped up if the vessel
were discovered out of bounds, so to speak.  Burroughs, however, made
light of this.  His machine was in perfect order, and he was confident
of being able to escape danger from anything less than a shot from a
gunboat.

They started before noon, and ran into the little harbour of Pa-tang
without attracting much attention.  Burroughs remained on the boat while
Sing Wen visited his brother's brother-in-law.  The comprador returned
in the course of an hour, and reported that, as he had expected, his
brother's brother-in-law knew one of Su Fing's most trusted retainers.
He was ready to go up river himself and see what could be done to
arrange the escape of the prisoner.

Sing Wen, however, looked so downcast that Burroughs asked him what was
the inside matter.

"My no likee pidgin so-fashion," replied the man.  "My velly 'spectable
fella, catchee bad namee supposey fellas see my walkee inside smokee
houso."

Burroughs agreed, but pointed out that an Englishman's life was at least
as valuable as a Chinaman's good name.  Since, however, he wished to see
the brother's brother-in-law himself, it was arranged that the three
should meet at a little inn at the head of a creek below the town, into
which the hydroplane could be run.

Thither the comprador brought his relative, a man of perfectly
respectable appearance.  Burroughs told him to offer five hundred
dollars down to his friend at Pa-tang, and promise a further two
thousand, to be paid in Shanghai, if the prisoner was permitted to
escape.  For his work as honest broker the opium-house keeper should
receive five hundred dollars.  This arrangement having been made,
Burroughs returned to Sui-Fu, promising to run up to the inn from time
to time to meet the man on his return, the date of which would depend on
circumstances.

Burroughs found it difficult to control his impatience.  During the next
three days he ran to Pa-tang and back several times--more often than his
comprador thought wise.  On the afternoon of the fourth day the
negotiator returned, only to report failure.  The man he had hoped to
bribe was, if not too faithful, at least too fearful to undertake the
job: Su Fing had shown himself swift and terrible in his punishments.
Endeavours to open up negotiations in other directions had almost ended
in discovery, and the emissary had received from his friend a hint that
he was in imminent danger.  He flatly refused to venture a second time
within the lion's jaws.

While they were speaking at the door of the inn, they heard the sound of
a launch coming down the river.  The inn stood on a slight eminence,
from which the river could be seen for some distance in each direction.
Sing Wen closely scanned the approaching vessel, and in a few moments
recognized it as Reinhardt's launch.  It drew to the side and entered
the harbour.  A European was seen to land.

"That massa Leinhadt," said the brother's brother-in-law.  "My savvy he
come my shop.  He velly good customer.  My belongey go chop-chop, no can
keep he waitin'. He no likee pipe got leady 'nother fella. Velly solly,
sah; no good this time."

He went away, and Burroughs was left to digest the loss of five hundred
dollars, and to face the problem over again.  It seemed quite hopeless.
If two thousand dollars would not tempt the rebel, nothing would. To
most Chinamen up-country, such a sum represented affluence beyond their
wildest dreams.  But Burroughs was one of those men who never let go.
At school he had been a plodder; all his successes had been won by
dogged perseverance; and he returned to Sui-Fu determined to find some
means or other of securing the safety of his friend.

An idea occurred to him later in the day. Reinhardt had been coming down
the river, from the direction of Chia-ling Fu.  That fact suggested that
he was at any rate on good terms with the rebels; indeed, it reawakened
Burroughs' suspicion that, behind the scenes, the German was taking some
part in the insurrection.  He wondered whether Reinhardt knew of
Errington's capture and imprisonment, and decided that it was
impossible, for the German, if he had any influence with the rebels,
would certainly have taken immediate steps to liberate a servant of his
own firm, and one who had been so closely associated with himself.
Burroughs caught at the idea that Reinhardt, as soon as he knew of
Errington's plight, would at once communicate with the rebels on his
behalf.

Reinhardt was at Pa-tang.  Burroughs considered whether he should go
there and call upon him.  But reflecting that he would find him at the
opium-shop, he came to the conclusion that it would be imprudent and
possibly useless to open the matter to him there.  He was thinking of
sending him a note when, from his window, he saw the motor launch coming
down-stream, and steering towards the town.  Reinhardt must have paid
only a passing call at Pa-tang, he thought.

He sent Chin Tai down to the harbour to discover if the German landed
from the vessel.  In twenty minutes the man returned with the news that
Reinhardt had gone to his own bungalow.  Instantly putting on his hat,
Burroughs hurried to see the German.

"Ah, Mr. Burroughs, zis is an honour," said Reinhardt, as his visitor
was shown in. "It is ze first time you visit my little house; I hope it
will not be ze last."

"Thanks, I'm sure," said Burroughs. "I've come on a private matter of
importance, Mr. Reinhardt.  You've heard about Errington?"

"What!  Has he apsconded?"

"Absconded!  What on earth do you mean?  He's shut up in Su Fing's yamen
at Meichow."

"Indeed!  Zat surprise me.  Zat is a little awkward for your friend."

"Your friend too, Mr. Reinhardt," said Burroughs bluntly.  "I am glad
you didn't know it.  I came to ask if you would use your influence with
Su Fing to get the poor chap released."

"My influence!  Wiz Su Fing!  Himmel, do you not know zat Su Fing is ze
leader, ze motor spirit, of zis insurrection?  Zat he violates law and
order?  And you speak of me, a German, having influence wiz him? My dear
boy," he went on, laying his hand on Burroughs' arm, "you are young, wiz
not much experience; zerefore I forgive ze insult."

Burroughs drew his arm away, and was on the point of blurting out the
common talk of the place; but his habit of self-restraint came to his
aid.

"I didn't intend any insult," he said. "If you take it so, I apologize.
But anyhow, Mr. Reinhardt, don't you think that strong representations
on your part, on behalf of Ehrlich Soehne, might prove very effectual?
Even Su Fing has a wholesome respect for the Kaiser, you may be sure."

"Wizout doubt, but zat enters not into ze business.  It is not a matter
zat concerns Ehrlich Soehne: your friend no longer is in zeir employ."

"What?"

"I am sorry," said the German, with a shrug; "but it must be.  He was so
very irregular, you know; let ze business go all to pieces; piled up
debts--I beg your pardon?"

In his honest indignation Burroughs had let fall a word, but pulled
himself up in time: it was not his cue at present to quarrel with the
German.

"Ze firm could not stand no more," Reinhardt went on, "so zey have
dismissed him: I have ze cheque for his zree munce salary."

"It's an unfortunate affair," said Burroughs, as calmly as he could.
"Still, even though he is no longer a servant of your firm, you have
yourself been so thick with him that I'm sure you will do all you can,
as a merely personal matter."

"So zick!  Yes; and what is ze consequence?  He is in my debt; he bleed
me, sir: he owe me five hundred dollars and more.  He promised to pay me
wizin a week; ze week is past: he did not pay; and now he is a prisoner:
I never see my money. You say, do somezink for him; what has he done for
me?  You ask me to spend my money, risk my life, for a young fool wiz no
principle, no backbone, as you say--for a fellow zat sponge on me, and
zen cheat me----"

The German was working up to a fine heat of spurious indignation; but he
was suddenly checked by an abrupt movement on Burroughs' part.  White
with anger the young Englishman had clenched his fist and raised his arm
to strike.  But he curbed himself as Reinhardt shrank back.

"This is your house," he said, in a fierce low tone, "and for the moment
I am your guest.  You may think yourself lucky.  If I hear of your
repeating any of the lies you have just uttered, I swear I'll thrash you
within an inch of your life--you mean hound!"

He could not help catching the man by the collar and shaking him.  Then,
flinging him off, he hurried out of the house.




                              CHAPTER XII

                        THE PRICE OF A MOUSTACHE


A man in a rage cannot think clearly; and Burroughs was in such a heat
of indignation with Reinhardt that it was some time before he was able
to devote himself calmly to the still unsolved problem.  The solution
came to him presently in a flash: he must save Errington himself.  He
could not leave his friend to an unknown fate; something must be done;
he alone could do it.  His flying boat was the fastest craft on the
river. He must fly up to Meichow, get Errington out of the yamen by hook
or crook, and bring him back.  If he were discovered and pursued, his
speed, whether on the water or in the air, would give him at least a
good chance of escape.

He sent for his comprador.

"I'm going up to Meichow, Sing Wen," he said.  "You'll be in charge
during my absence.  If any one inquires for me, tell nothing."

"Hai galaw!  No can do!" cried the astonished Chinaman.  "Fly boatee
velly good: no can get inside plison; China fellas look-see Yinkelis[#]
man; makee plenty bobbely, catchee all-same."


[#] English.


"Could you make me look like a Chinaman?"

"Plaps can do," said the comprador, doubtfully.  "Yinkelis man no can
talkee Chinee all-same; he no smart inside."

"That's true.  I wish I could talk Chinese like Reinhardt.  But look
here: why shouldn't I go as a German?  Mr. Errington's firm is German;
and if there is any hanky-panky between the Germans and the rebels I
shall be all right in Meichow; at any rate I can bluff it out."

"My no aglee all same."

"I don't want you to agree; you've nothing to do with it."

"Supposey you catchee tlouble, what my tellum boss Shanghai side?  He
say my no do plopa pidgin let you go wailo."

"I'll leave a note saying that I went against your advice, so that in
case anything happens to me my father won't hold you responsible.  You
needn't say any more: it's fixed.  You must make me look as much like a
German as you can; darken my eyebrows, crop my hair.  I can't grow a
moustache, worse luck."

Feeling that an awkward situation might arise if he made any change in
his appearance at Sui-Fu, he decided to run up to the creek below
Pa-tang, and do on board the boat what little was possible to disguise
himself. He set off when the Europeans were taking their midday meal,
accompanied by Sing Wen, who would leave him at Pa-tang, and by Chin Tai
and Lo San, the latter because he had already visited Meichow, and knew
something of the conditions there.

Very reluctantly the comprador proceeded to carry out his master's
instructions.  An hour's work with burnt cork and scissors changed the
Englishman's appearance passably to that of a young German.

While Sing Wen was putting the finishing touches to his work, Burroughs
saw Reinhardt's launch pass the mouth of the creek in the direction of
Pa-tang.

"Not after me?" he said.  "He's probably going for his smoke; don't you
think so?"

"Yes, sah: Massa Leinhadt velly fond smokee."

"Well, I only wish I had his moustache. I'd give a hundred dollars down
for one like it."

He felt that all that was wanted to complete his transformation was a
thick moustache like the one that Reinhardt brushed and tended with such
affectionate care.

"It's a pity he has come, though," he went on.  "I mustn't start before
dark, in case he sees the boat, or hears it.  And I ought to keep that
opium fellow's mouth shut. Sing Wen, you'd better go and tell your
disreputable relative that it'll pay him to say nothing about me."

"Velly good, sah," said the comprador. "Hai!  My fo'get one ting.  No
hab got no chow-chow.[#]"


[#] Food.


"Well, bring some back with you.  Make your brother's brother-in-law
understand clearly."

The comprador went ashore.  He was absent much longer than Burroughs
anticipated.  When he at length returned, his usually inexpressive face
wore a look of smug satisfaction hardly to be accounted for by his
purchases of food.

"What a time you have been!" said Burroughs.  "Have you made it all
right with your brother's brother-in-law?"

"Yes, sah, allo lightee," replied the man, with a gleam of suppressed
amusement.

He laid his bundles in the boat, then approached his master, fumbled in
the little bag he wore at his waist, and drew from it a small packet
done up in rice paper, which he handed to Burroughs.

"Allo lightee, sah," he repeated.

Burroughs opened the packet with a mild curiosity, and started.  There
lay a thick brown moustache, brushed up and waxed at each end, and
neatly attached to a strip of light flexible gauze.

"Where on earth did you get this?" he asked, fingering the stiff hair.

"Pa-tang, sah.  My catchee he fo' hundled dolla."

"I hadn't any idea you could buy such things here.  Where did you buy
it?"

The comprador smiled an enigmatical smile.

"My makee allo plopa Toitsche,[#]" he said, and, taking from his pouch a
small bottle of gum, he proceeded to fix the moustache upon his master's
upper lip. When this was done to his satisfaction, he produced a small
cracked mirror which he had obtained in the town, and held it before
Burroughs' face.


[#] German.


"By George!  It's almost exactly like Reinhardt's," he said; "a shade
darker, perhaps.  It's the very thing, Sing Wen; you shall have the
money when I get back. I could almost venture to start now, but I
suppose I had better wait until night."

There being three or four hours to spare, he decided to employ part of
the time in thoroughly overhauling the engine.  His Chinese engineer was
supposed to have seen that everything was in order, but Burroughs always
examined things for himself, and had only omitted to do so in the hurry
of starting. The engineer had been left behind as an unnecessary
encumbrance.  All the parts had been well cleaned; there was plenty of
petrol; but Burroughs saw to his annoyance that the lubricating oil was
low.  Luckily there was still time to supply the deficiency. He sent
Chin Tai into the town to buy some castor oil, warning him not to talk,
and to be very careful not to bring any one upon his track.

It was nearly dark before the man returned. Then he ran up in great
excitement.

"My hab catchee plenty muchee fun, sah," he said breathlessly.  "My go
longside opium houso.  Hai! boss he come outside chop-chop; bang!  Knock
my velly hard, makee my spill plenty oil.  Whitey man he come bust 'long
after boss, catchee he, catchee pigtail, whack, whack, velly hard. He
say all time: 'What fo' you steal my moustachee?  What fo' you piecee
devil steal my moustachee?'  Boss he makee plenty bobbely; he call
p'liceman; two piecee p'liceman he come, catchee boss, catchee whitey
man all same, makee he belongey chop-chop inside yamen.  My belongey
inside too--What fo' you pinch my?" he cried, suddenly turning on the
comprador, who had sidled up to him.

[Illustration: REINHARDT AVENGES HIS LOSS]

"You talkee plenty too muchee all same," said Sing Wen, indignantly.
"Massa no wantchee listen foolo talkee."

"Let him alone," said Burroughs.  "Go on, Chin Tai."

"My go inside yamen," the boy continued, while the comprador sidled
away, gained the gangway unobserved, and presently slipped ashore.
"Plenty men inside.  White man he say he go sleep inside houso little
time, wake up, no can find moustachee.  He velly angly; he say mandalin
makee opium boss smart.  Mandalin say boss muss find moustachee.  Boss
say no can do.  He say: 'Hon'ble fan-kwei[#] he belongey plenty big
moustachee what time he come inside houso; no belongey what time he go
wailo.  Two piecee man inside all same; he look-see fan-kwei sleep; my
look-see other side; hai! he shave moustachee, fan-kwei no savvy all
same.  My no savvy nuffin."


[#] Foreign devil.


"Mandalin he say, 'You plenty bad fella: you pay hundled dolla.'  Boss
he cly he velly poor man; mandalin say he catchee plenty big stick: boss
he pay all same.  Massa Leinhadt----"

"Sing Wen!" called Burroughs.

But the comprador had disappeared.

Burroughs was at once amused and concerned at the story.  He could
hardly return the moustache; he guessed that Reinhardt would hardly be
pleased if he did.  The trick was one of which he would not have
believed his staid comprador capable; but he could only admire the
dexterity with which the stolen moustache had been mounted by some
ingenious Chinese barber. He felt rather sorry for the brother's
brother-in-law, who had had to disgorge the hundred dollars he had
earned at the expense of Reinhardt's future patronage.  Considering the
matter seriously, he felt that he had better use the ornament that so
materially improved his disguise.  Perhaps he might regard it as a
set-off against the loan of the hydroplane. And Reinhardt could not
expect much sympathy after his callous refusal to aid the man whom he
had helped to ruin.

The rage into which Reinhardt had been thrown by the loss of his
cherished moustache made it the more necessary not to start up the river
until late.  Burroughs filled the interval by carefully coaching the two
servants in the parts they were to play.  The story he concocted did
some credit to his ingenuity.  He was the younger brother of Reinhardt,
and had just come from Kiauchou to find his brother, and hand over to
him the hydroplane and a sum of money, to be placed at the service of Su
Fing, of course secretly. Having missed his brother somewhere on the
river, he had pushed on rather than wait and delay the gifts of his
government. In order to relieve the German authorities from the
suspicion of acting in concert with the rebels, Burroughs would suggest
that these latter should arrest him, and place him in the same prison as
the Englishman whom they had already captured.  By meting out the same
treatment to a supposed German, they would certainly avert suspicion.
Naturally the imprisonment would be only a pretence: he must be allowed
freedom to come and go; but the pretence must be kept up with a
reasonable show of determination.

Such was the story with which Burroughs primed Chin Tai and Lo San.  He
warned them that difficulties might arise; he could not foresee events
at Meichow; but they must employ all their wits to support the fiction,
and above all things they were to remember that he was Lieutenant Eitel
Reinhardt of the German gunboat _Kaiser Wilhelm_, which, as Burroughs
was aware, was then in Chinese waters.

"And there's one thing more," he said sternly in conclusion.  "If you
two boys squabble, I shall first knock your heads together, and then put
you ashore and leave you.  Mr. Errington's life may depend on us; when
we know that he is safe you can black each other's eyes if you like, so
long as you don't make a row."

The Chinamen both protested that they loved each other like brothers,
scowling all the time.

Having purchased the silence of the inn-keeper, Burroughs borrowed a
sampan from him; and as soon as darkness fell over the river, the two
servants towed the hydroplane down the creek and for some distance up
stream.  Reinhardt's launch still lay off the town: the German was
apparently spending the night on board.  Burroughs guessed that he would
shrink from facing his friends in Sui-Fu and the ordeal of their
interrogations.  But of course the story of the moustache would be all
over the district in a day or two, and Burroughs was somewhat anxious
lest it should penetrate to Meichow, and give rise to suspicion.

The hydroplane was thus towed up until the port had been left some
distance behind. Then, when there was no danger of the throb of the
engine being heard and provoking awkward inquiries, the sampan was
hoisted on board, the engine was started, and the light craft skimmed up
the river at the rate of twenty-five knots against the current.




                              CHAPTER XIII

                             RECONCILIATION


It was midnight when the hydroplane came in sight of Chia-ling Fu.  The
river was thronged with junks and other vessels moored for the night,
and as many of these no doubt had their crews sleeping on board,
Burroughs thought it desirable again to tow the hydroplane.  It was
necessary that no alarm should be given which might have the effect of
causing uneasiness at Meichow.  He wished that Su Fing had selected a
smaller and less busy place than Meichow for his head-quarters; the
larger the population, the greater the risk that the hydroplane would be
recognized; for it was quite on the cards that some of the river boatmen
had seen it skimming or flying on the lower reaches of the Yang-tse.
But it was probably known that the vessel had once been stolen from its
rightful owner at Sui-Fu, in which case any suspicious person might
perhaps be persuaded that the theft had been repeated, with more
success.

They got safely past Chia-ling Fu, and then Burroughs moored the
hydroplane for a time, so that he might not arrive at Meichow before
morning.  As he waited, he pondered deeply on the knotty problem that
would face him next day.  The silence of a cold winter night does not
conduce to over-confidence, and Burroughs was at no time one who saw
things in too rosy a light.  His story was plausible enough, if he had
not made an egregious mistake in supposing that Reinhardt was more or
less in league with the rebels.  But the bubble would be pricked if
Reinhardt were to follow him speedily up the river.  Much depended also
on whether Su Fing was still absent, for the rebel chief was no fool,
and the slightest slip might land him in a quagmire from which there
would be no escape.  As he sat leaning his arms on the gunwale, and
watching the dark water swirling by, Burroughs was conscious of many
qualms; but in the background of his mind there was always the image of
his old-time friend eating his heart out in captivity, and for the sake
of his friend he was ready to dare all, to risk all, disregarding the
consequences to himself.

He had made up his mind what to do on reaching Meichow; beyond that
moment all must be left to the course of circumstances.  When, in the
early dawn, he came in sight of the town, he ordered Chin Tai to hail
the landing-stage as soon as he was near enough, and command a rope to
be thrown. His only safety lay in boldness.  The rope having been
thrown, Chin Tai was to say that his master had come on a visit to Su
Fing, and demand a guide.

Just before arriving at the landing-stage, they passed a river gunboat
lying off the town.  The sight of this craft somewhat surprised him,
until he learnt later that it had been employed by the Chinese
Government in policing the upper reaches of the Yang-tse-kiang, and
fallen a prey to the rebels.

There was no sign of the morning bustle that was usually to be seen at a
riverside town.  The seizure of the place by Su Fing had put a stop to
trade for the time being. The man on the landing-stage responded
somewhat sleepily to Chin Tai's order; but the boy, being jealous of Lo
San's enterprise in previously visiting the town, was determined to show
that he also was a man of mettle, and hurled such a torrent of abuse at
the sluggard as caused him to hurry. The hydroplane was moored;
Burroughs stepped on to the landing-stage, assuming a mien as like
Reinhardt's as he could muster; and Chin Tai, with the self-importance
natural to the servant of an august personage, demanded that his
honourable master should be instantly led to the chief.  The man said
something in reply.

"He say hon'ble Su Fing no belongey Meichow this time," Chin Tai
reported.

"Ask him who is in charge."

"He say hon'ble Fen Ti," said Chin Tai, after questioning the man; "all
same Fen Ti gone wailo; he takee tousand fightee men help Su Fing Cheng
Tu side."

"Tell him not to waste time; who is in charge now?"

It was at length explained that the man at present in command was one
Chung Pi.

"He no muchee big fella," said Chin Tai scornfully; "one time he
mafoo[#]; he belongey good fightee man; this time he tinkee numpa one
topside fella."


[#] Horse-boy.


"Does he live in the yamen?"

The reply was that Chung Pi was not a big enough man to occupy the
yamen, but was living in a small house hard by.

"Then I'll go and see Chung Pi," said Burroughs.

A guide was called up, and Burroughs was led through an extraordinary
succession of narrow lanes and by-ways to a small house a few yards from
the gate of the yamen. Chin Tai accompanied his master, Lo San remaining
on the boat, with strict orders to sound the siren if he saw any vessel
of importance approaching.

On arriving at the house, Chin Tai learnt from the door-keeper that his
honourable master was still in bed.  Burroughs was in ordinary
circumstances courtesy itself; but he felt that he would lose a point
now if he allowed himself to be kept waiting. Accordingly, with a
curtness that went much against the grain, he bade Chin Tai tell the man
that his honourable master must be immediately roused.  His manner
impressed the servant; the servant evidently conveyed the impression to
his master; for in a few minutes there appeared at the door, kow-towing
in the manner of an inferior humbly inviting an august visitor to enter
his unworthy dwelling, a stout jolly-looking Chinaman, whose appearance
strangely reminded Burroughs of a well-fed lord mayor's coachman.  The
horse-boy had grown in girth; his prowess as a fighting man might have
won for him his present position; but at bottom he was a horse-boy
still, with all the cheerfulness and ready good-humour of his kind.

Burroughs felt so much attracted to the man that he had some compunction
about deceiving him; but he hoped that he could serve his friend without
doing Chung Pi any harm.  Accepting his invitation to enter his
insignificant abode, Burroughs made a few complimentary remarks, which
he ordered Chin Tai to translate scrupulously, and then plunged into his
story, wishing that he could tell it himself in Chinese.  But Chin Tai
evidently did not diminish his master's importance; Chung Pi looked more
and more impressed; and to do honour to his guest he ordered in
breakfast, and regaled him with melon seeds, pea-nuts, fat pork boiled
with rice, and weak tea.

Burroughs ventured to ask him whether he knew his brother.

"No," replied the man, "but I have seen him.  He has a moustache like
your honourable excellency's.  Our fighting men envy that moustache.
Not one of them has a moustache like your excellency's honourable
brother.  Theirs are long and silky, like mine; but, as you perceive,
they turn downwards. Yours and your honourable brother's are firm and
stiff like your noble hearts; they turn up, surely a sign of greatness
and majesty."

This was very comforting to Burroughs. He had not before imagined that
so much virtue could reside in a moustache.

It was now time to make the suggestion that he should be arrested and
imprisoned with the Englishman.  At this his host looked troubled.

"I am a poor unworthy captain," he said, trying to draw in his waist.
"It is not for me to meddle with the arrangements made in the yamen of
my august master Su Fing. Nobody but Su Fing himself, or his honourable
lieutenant, Fen Ti, could do that."

Burroughs felt bound to put on an air of extreme indignation.

"Do you mean to tell me," he said, "that you will endanger the success
of your master's mighty enterprise, lose the support of the greatest
nation in the world, and compel me to return with the swift boat and the
thousand dollars I carry?  Of a truth, when your august chief returns he
will think that the honourable captain he left to fill his place ought
to have shown more discretion.  Do you not see that if it is known I am
supporting your master it may lead to war between Germany and England?
My country, of course, has no fear of failure in such a war. but it
suits our purpose at present to avoid it.  It must be told in the ports
up-river that your chief is arresting Germans as well as Englishmen."

Chung Pi, being no politician, was properly impressed by the possible
momentous consequences of his refusal to have greatness thrust upon him.
After some further talk, he came round to the view that it was his duty
to serve Germans and English alike, and he went off to the yamen to make
the necessary arrangements.  On his return he explained that the room in
which the Englishman was confined was at his honourable guest's service,
and it would give him great pleasure to shut the two foreign devils up
together.  At this Burroughs feared that he had perhaps pressed the
point too far: to be strictly confined would not suit him at all, So he
carefully explained that the prison was a detail of no importance: all
that was necessary was that it should be given out that a German had
been arrested.  The rumour would be carried down the river, and come to
the ears of the English; whereupon the German emperor and the English
king would be so much occupied in disputing which should have his man
out first, that Su Fing would have plenty of time to overrun the whole
province and make good his position with the aid of German gold.

Before he left Chung Pi's house for the yamen, he asked that the boat
should be carefully guarded during his absence, promising to give the
Chinaman a trip in the vessel before it was formally handed over to his
chief.  The transfer could not properly be made except to Su Fing
himself, but he felt that his government would warmly approve of his
handing a hundred dollars to so trusty a lieutenant as Chung Pi.  He
passed the notes to the gratified captain with a flowery compliment
which Chin Tai took pains to embellish; and Chung Pi, well satisfied
with himself and his guest, sent for his chair and an escort, put a rope
round Burroughs' neck for form's sake, and was carried to the yamen, his
prisoner following among the escort.

Burroughs did not much like the look of the rebel soldiers.  They were
the ugliest set of ruffians he had ever set eyes on.  Their uniforms
were as dirty as they were gaudy: cummerbunds about their waists,
enormous turbans of yellow and scarlet on their heads. Some had spears,
some rifles or muskets; all had immense knives thrust through their
sashes.

He was surprised, however, agreeably in one respect, disagreeably in
another, at the appearance of the yamen.  It stood within a large
enclosure, surrounded by a wall ten feet high and five thick.  The gate
opened upon a courtyard, beyond which stood a palatial mansion,
consisting of several lofty halls rising one behind another, their walls
of brick, their tiled roofs supported on massive wooden pillars.  The
grounds were laid out in groves and terraced gardens, and Burroughs
caught a glimpse between the trees of the large ornamental water or
fish-pond of which Lo San had spoken.  It was surrounded by a stone
quay, and crossed by a zigzag bridge of quaintly carved stone.
Excellently picturesque as a residence, the yamen was, however, not
pleasant to contemplate as a prison, for every gate was guarded by
sentries as ruffianly as the captain's escort, and when the gates were
closed, it would be an almost impossible feat to climb the stout walls.

Chung Pi descended from his chair at the entrance of the yamen, and
speaking in a hectoring tone that consorted ill with his jolly friendly
countenance, ordered his escort to conduct the prisoner to the inner
room in which the Englishman was confined.  He himself brought up the
rear.  Burroughs protested violently against the indignity a German
suffered in being shut up with an Englishman; and Chung Pi, obviously
relishing the joke, declared with a chuckle that brown pigs and black
often occupied the same sty.  The door of the room was opened, Burroughs
was thrust in, and the door having been shut and locked, Chung Pi walked
away rolling his bulky form with enjoyment.

Errington, sitting on a small stool, looking disconsolately out through
a barred window upon the pleasant garden, was suddenly startled from a
reverie by the sound of a voice which, muffled as it came through the
door, seemed to him to be that of the Mole. He turned about eagerly,
then felt a keen pang of disappointment when he saw enter the tall
straight figure of a moustachioed German.  But the German was smiling at
him; and puzzled as he was at the fiercely aggressive moustache, he
could not mistake the steady honest eyes of his old chum.  He sprang up,
and rushed forward with outstretched hand--then drew back suddenly,
muttering with a cloudy face---

"I was forgetting."

"It's the apology, is it?" cried Burroughs.  "Well then, I
apologize--you old fathead!"

They shook hands--and when English boys shake hands the action has a
meaning beyond the conventional.  The past was buried: they were chums
again.

"You've come to get me out; it's jolly good of you," said Errington.
"But why are you got up like this?  Where did you get your moustache?
You look a regular German."

"Like Reinhardt, eh?"

"Don't mention the fellow.  What a fool I've been!  But I mustn't say
anything against him: I owe him five hundred dollars; and to tell you
the truth, I was in so much of a funk that I was actually glad the
brigands collared me: it staved off the evil day."

"We'll settle with Reinhardt by and by. This moustache is his: it cost
me a hundred dollars--cheap at the price."

He told the story of his comprador's enterprise, and Errington was much
tickled at the opium-house keeper's having to disgorge as a fine the sum
he had received for shaving off the moustache.  Burroughs checked his
laughter; the guards at the door must not suspect that the Englishman
and the supposed German were fraternizing.  He then related how Lo San
had trudged the weary miles to find his master, and explained why he had
come disguised as a German, and the means by which he had gained
admittance to Errington's room.  Errington was troubled.

"I didn't suspect that," he said.  "You're running a fearful risk.  If
that fellow Su Fing catches you here, we shall both be in the same cart:
he owes you the same grudge as me."

"Let's hope he won't come back in a hurry.  He sent for more of his
ruffians, which looks as if he's got his hands full. We'll get away
together, old man.  Chung Pi is such a genial ass that we shall be able
to get over him.  You haven't tried to bolt?"

"No.  Not much chance with the window barred and four blackguards at the
door--not to speak of a ten-foot wall, and absolute ignorance of the lie
of the land.  You had better leave it to the consul, hadn't you?"

"Not I.  Everything has worked out well so far, and with a little luck
we'll dish Su Fing."

"Look here, old Mole, there's a thing I must say.  Since I've been here
I've had plenty of time to think things over, and I see now what a
thundering ass and ungrateful beast I've----"

"Shut up!"

"No, I've got to get it out.  I chucked away my money on those cards,
got into debt all round, went to the Chinky moneylenders like a fool,
and cut up rough when you and Ting tried to put the brake on----"

"Oh, chuck it!  Wasn't I juggins enough to wonder if you'd done me over
that deal with Feng Wai?  We'll cry quits, old man."

"Ting asked me to promise not to gamble again, and I let out at him.
But if you'll take the promise I'll be glad.  If we get out of this I'll
never play for money again."




                              CHAPTER XIV

                             'MY BROTHER!'


The two friends sat for a long time discussing their situation.  The
problem of escape was a thorny one.  The yamen was at some distance from
the landing-stage, and the labyrinth of narrow ways by which Burroughs
had come to it would puzzle anybody but a Chinaman acquainted with the
town.  Even if they contrived to elude the sentinels they might easily
lose their way, especially in darkness--and they had already come to the
conclusion that only by night could they hope to reach the river safely.
The appearance of two Europeans in a town where there were no European
residents would at once attract a curious crowd, and detection must be
inevitable.  And the first step of all, the escape from the room in
which they were, was itself at present utterly baffling.  Time was of
the utmost importance.  Su Fing might return any day; it was scarcely
possible that a man whose mental powers were attested by the passing of
so many examinations would be imposed on as the simple Chung Pi had
been; and there was no knowing what summary methods he might use in
dealing with the two Englishmen to whom he owed a grudge.

Burroughs examined the bars of the window.  They were so deeply imbedded
in the masonry that to loosen them within a reasonable time seemed a
hopeless undertaking. The chances of succeeding in a rush through the
doorway, when the door was opened, seemed slight.  Burroughs had his
revolver; Errington was unarmed; and though Chin Tai, who was waiting
without to act as interpreter between Chung Pi and his German visitor,
had his knife, it was not very likely that Burroughs and he could
overpower the four sentinels on guard at the door.  Even if they were
taken by surprise, the sound of the scuffle would quickly bring up
others from the gates and courtyards between the room and the outer
wall.  The more they thought of the problem, the more thoroughly were
they convinced that violent measures were doomed to failure; they must
have recourse to stratagem.  But puzzle as they might, neither had the
glimmering of a notion what the first move in the game must be.

They were so deeply immersed in talk that they did not notice the flight
of time, and both were surprised when the door was opened, and a Chinese
cook brought in their breakfast.

"Rice and beans again, I suppose!" said Errington, with a groan.  "I've
had nothing else."

An idea occurred to Burroughs.

"Take care not to seem friendly with me," he said, twirling his
moustache--Reinhardt's moustache!--and turning his back on Errington
with true Germanic disdain.  "Hai! Chin Tai, tell these fellows that I
demand to see the captain at once."

He had some doubt whether his demand would be acceded to, but Chung Pi
had apparently anticipated something of the sort, for one of the
sentinels called up a man from the courtyard, and sent him with the
message to the captain.

When Chung Pi appeared, it was evident that he was much amused.  He
laughed as he spoke to Chin Tai.

"He say massa hab catchee too plenty muchee plison," said Chin Tai.

"It's all very well," said Burroughs, frowning haughtily.  "I asked you
to arrest me, for form's sake, but I didn't say I'd agree to be starved.
Is this the fare to put before a German?  It is good enough for the
Englishman, but it won't do for me."

He glanced scornfully at Errington, who, taking the cue, assumed an air
of dejection and humility.

"I am sorry," said Chung Pi contritely. "It was a mere oversight on my
part.  The cook naturally provided for the second prisoner as for the
first.  He did not know of the understanding between your honourable
excellency and my unworthy self.  I will at once have a dinner prepared
worthy of your august eminence."

"That is well," said Burroughs.  "When I have finished my meal, I shall
give myself the pleasure of showing to you the boat which lies at the
landing-stage."

"I must sleep a little first," said Chung Pi.  "I have eaten so many
melon seeds that my belt is exceedingly tight."

"At any time your excellency pleases," said Burroughs, with a bow.

The captain retired, after giving orders to the cook.  Presently the
servant returned, bringing a right royal feast--pickled duck's eggs,
bean curd, pork patties, chopped cucumber, millet cakes soaked in
treacle, fried cabbage--all very tastily dressed, together with water
melons and tea.

As soon as the door was shut, the two prisoners fell to with a will.

"You'll want something better than rice and beans if we're to have any
bother," said Burroughs.  "This is very good; I only wish they didn't
use quite so much garlic and oil."

When they had finished their dinner, Burroughs knocked at the door, and
ordered Chin Tai, who meanwhile had had to satisfy himself with rice, to
let the captain know that he was ready.  It was some time before Chung
Pi appeared, cracking and eating melon seeds.  What explanation he gave
to the sentinels of his indulgence to the second prisoner, or whether he
condescended to give any explanation at all, Burroughs never knew.  He
accompanied Chung Pi to the outer gate, where chairs were waiting, and
when they had entered these antiquated vehicles, each was lifted by four
chai-jen or yamen runners, and carried through crooked and unsavoury
streets, too narrow to admit of more than one passing at a time, down to
the landing-stage.  Two chai-jen went in advance, clearing a way with
their sticks through the crowd.  Chin Tai followed.

Lo San's face beamed at the sight of "Massa Bullows."  He had begun to
fear that some mishap had befallen him, and saw another beating in
prospect.

Burroughs invited the captain to step into the hydroplane, but Chung Pi
excused himself with many apologies, regretting that the present state
of his health--by which Burroughs understood a surfeit of melon
seeds--rendered it inadvisable for him to undergo any excitement.
Leaving Chin Tai on the landing-stage, as a guarantee of good faith,
Burroughs accordingly embarked alone, and for the space of a quarter of
an hour or so exhibited the qualities of the vessel as a hydroplane,
skimming up and down the river at full speed.  Its flying powers,
however, he refrained from showing.

Chung Pi was so much impressed and delighted with the marvellous vessel
that he overcame his squeamishness, and consented to try a short trip
up-stream.  A few miles above the town, Burroughs caught sight of a
small launch coming down swiftly on the current, and ran up to meet it,
intending to turn and race it, with the object of still further
impressing the captain.  But in a few moments Lo San, interpreting a
sentence of his passenger, informed him that the launch was one of Su
Fing's dispatch boats, and was probably bringing a message from the
chief to Chung Pi.

Feeling somewhat alarmed, Burroughs slowed down, and ran the hydroplane
alongside the launch.  A sashed and turbaned officer on deck shouted a
greeting to Chung Pi, and told him that Su Fing was now on his way down
the river with the bulk of his force, and might be expected to arrive
before sunset.

"He say you velly happy this time," Lo San interpreted.  "Su Fing he
come look-see boat, say he velly good, numpa one boat."

Burroughs was anything but happy.  He forced a smile, but felt most
unphilosophically irritated when the ends of Reinhardt's moustache
tickled his cheeks.  He listened unheeding to the monotonous voice of Lo
San translating the encomiums passed by Chung Pi on the admirable
vessel, and steered mechanically down-stream towards Meichow, whither
the captain said they must return at once in order to make preparations
for Su Fing's fitting reception.  Sufficiently alive to the necessity of
sparing petrol, he did not drive the vessel at full speed, much to the
disappointment of Chung Pi, who was looking forward to a dashing
reappearance before the eyes of the thousands of admiring spectators
now, beyond doubt, congregated at the riverside.

The imminent return of Su Fing threatened to put a bar to any plan that
might be evolved for releasing Errington.  As yet, think as hard as he
might, Burroughs had been quite unable to form any likely scheme. On the
way down the river he bent his brains exclusively on the problem, blind
to the probability that Chung Pi might become suspicious of his lack of
exhilaration at the prospect of a speedy meeting with the chief. The
more he puzzled, the more hopeless the situation appeared.  He knew that
the coming of Su Fing would draw the whole population into the narrow
contorted alley-ways that served as streets, so that, even if he got
Errington out of the yamen, the chances of gaining the landing-stage
undetected were naught.  He tried to think of some means of persuading
Chung Pi to bring Errington to the hydroplane; indeed, he ventured to
hint that it would be a fine thing to meet the chief far up the river,
and offer the prisoner to him as a sort of slave to grace his triumph.
But Chung Pi would not hear of it.  He objected that the orders he had
received were strict: the Englishman was to be closely guarded; and it
was as much as his rank was worth to disobey commands so explicit.
Burroughs would not excite suspicion by pressing the point; and, indeed,
he liked the fat simpleton so well as to wish to avoid getting him into
hot water.

Thus uneasy, depressed, more nervous than he had ever been in his life
before, he was running towards the landing-stage, not giving a glance
beyond, when an exclamation from Lo San caused him to lift his eyes.
Then he saw something that shot a cold shiver through him.  This was the
last straw.  A quarter of a mile beyond the landing-stage, coming round
a bend in the river, was the nose of a launch which he instantly
recognized as Reinhardt's.  It would reach the stage about the same time
as his own vessel.  The game was up! Reinhardt was certainly on board;
the launch had never been seen on the river without him.  He would
certainly betray the pseudo-German.  There had never been any love lost
between them.  They had parted in anger.  And with a man of Reinhardt's
temperament the "rape of the lock," the explanation of which would flash
upon him the moment he caught sight of it adorning Burroughs' lip, would
supply the fiercest motive for revenge.

Burroughs turned his head away from Chung Pi; he could no longer keep up
the forced smile, which he felt must have become an awful grimace.
Always a little slow of thought, he did not remember, for a moment or
two, that in his story to Chung Pi he had unwittingly provided himself
with an avenue of safety.  All at once the recollection flashed upon
him: he was Lieutenant Eitel Reinhardt, of the gunboat _Kaiser Wilhelm_.
The moustacheless German was his brother!

"My brother! my brother!" he shouted excitedly.

Lo San looked at him in amazement.  Was his master mad?  Then he, too,
remembered.

"My honourable master's brother," he exclaimed to Chung Pi.

The captain's broad face gleamed with interest and satisfaction.  This
new arrival was the very man who had arranged the gifts for Su Fing,
whom his brother had so unfortunately missed, of whose money he himself
had a hundred dollars safely tucked into his pouch.

"Brothers are as double cherries," he said. "The coming of your august
relative is as the shining of the morning sun on the closed petals of a
rose."

Burroughs bowed as Lo San translated, feeling that another word would
make him shout with maniacal laughter.  With a turn of the wrist he ran
the boat alongside the landing-stage, just a second or two before the
launch came up at the farther end.  With Chung Pi he stepped off,
observing that Reinhardt was standing at his gangway, waiting for his
heavier and more cumbersome vessel to be brought alongside.  And almost
wishing that the planks might part, and plunge him into the water and
oblivion, he walked forward to meet his fate.




                               CHAPTER XV

                         REINHARDT IN THE TOILS


Burroughs and the smiling captain were still some few yards away from
Reinhardt's gangway; Reinhardt was staring with puzzled curiosity at the
tall German with the moustache so like his own lost treasure; when
Burroughs whispered to Lo San--

"Say to the captain: 'That is the launch, but where is my brother?  My
brother wears a moustache like mine.  Do not the English shave the lip?
Ask him who he is.'"

Chung Pi was a horse-boy turned captain; like many great men sprung from
humble origin, he was apt to stand upon his dignity. Advancing towards
the stranger as he stepped on to the landing-stage, he introduced
himself with a grave pomposity, and asked Reinhardt to what Meichow owed
the honour of his visit.

The German's eyes were fixed in a puzzled stare on Burroughs, who had
taken off his cap as in respectful salutation.  The close-cropped hair,
the pencilled eyebrows, the stiff perpendicularity of his waxed
moustache-ends, had so much altered his appearance that Reinhardt,
though he felt that he had seen him somewhere before, did not recognize
him.  Germanic though his aspect was, there was a nameless something
about him that put Reinhardt on his guard.  Turning to Chung Pi, he
replied courteously, in Chinese, that he was a German employed by his
government to keep in touch with the august Su Fing, and that his
honourable questioner without doubt knew the name of Reinhardt as a
friend and ally of his chief.

Lo San was quick-witted.  He saw that there was no time to translate the
conversation to Burroughs, and for the moment held his peace.  Burroughs
could only stand in a commanding attitude with folded arms, accusation
in his frown.  He bethought himself of his moustache, and gave it a
cautious twirl.  And all the time he wished with desperate anxiety that
he could understand what Reinhardt was saying.

Chung Pi looked at the German with fatuous indecision.  Burroughs felt
that another moment might seal his fate.  He was beating his brains for
a possible move if his stratagem failed, when Lo San interrupted
Reinhardt as he was asking whether Su Fing had returned to the town.

"You see, honourable captain," he said, "that this man who calls himself
a German has no moustache!"

And now the pen of the narrator fails: only a gramophone and a
cinematograph could faithfully record the scene.  Imagine the three men:
the magnified horse-boy, bewildered between a furious German, shouting
in Chinese, and a calm but quaking Englishman, standing lik

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