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Notwithstanding the risk they might run, the votes were decidedly in favour of a ride if horses could be procured. The mids.h.i.+pmen for some time made inquiries where horses were to be let, in vain. At length they got a Chinaman to stop and try to understand what they wanted.
Gerald, jumping on Billy's back, sticking his heels into his sides and beating behind, the Chinaman signified that he comprehended their meaning, and led the way along several streets until they reached some stables containing a dozen Tartar ponies, sorry-looking half-starved animals. An old man with a long pig-tail, dressed in a blue serge s.h.i.+rt hanging over trousers of the same material, made his appearance, and again they had recourse to signs to ascertain whether he would let the horses, and how much they were to pay. To do this Tom produced some money, which he counted out into the hands of the old man, who immediately pocketed it, then saddled and bridled one of the ponies, thus giving the mids.h.i.+pmen to understand that he must be paid beforehand. As they had no objection to do this, the rest followed Tom's example.
"Take care no go near Tae-pings," said the old man, showing that he was accustomed to have dealings with the English, although his stock of words in that language was limited. The party, having been supplied with sticks instead of whips, set off in the direction of the west gate, which was wide open. As no enemy was near and it was supposed that the English officers were merely about to make a short circuit in the neighbourhood, they were allowed to pa.s.s unquestioned. As soon as they were clear of the walls, they put their horses into a gallop and dashed along at full speed, as if they were riding a race, laughing and shouting, to the great astonishment of the peasantry, who came out of their cottages to look at them. They had not gone far when they came upon a small paG.o.da-shaped edifice, about twenty feet in height. Seeing a man entering it carrying a small oblong bundle, wrapped round with bamboo straw, they followed him. Tom and Gerald, getting off their horses, entered the building. Round it were shelves, on which a number of similar bundles were seen; a pair of small feet sticking out of one of the bundles revealed to them the contents, and upon further inquiries from the man they ascertained that it was the "baby tower," in which the remains of infants whose parents were too poor to afford an ordinary funeral were deposited, and that when it was full it was cleared out by the munic.i.p.al authorities.
"What wonderfully methodical people these Chinese are," said Archie; "but they certainly have curious ways of doing things."
The road over which they pa.s.sed was well made and the country highly cultivated, with corn and paddy fields and gardens full of vegetables and fruit trees; ditches full of water to irrigate the ground ran in all directions, and over them were picturesque bridges, the larger ones of stone, and the others of wood or bamboo. People were at work in the fields, or employed in turning water-wheels, to raise the water to higher lands. The cottages were low, full of windows, deep caves, and so lightly built that it seemed as if a moderate gale would blow them away. The mids.h.i.+pmen had gone a considerable distance, much further, indeed, than they intended, but everything looked so peaceable that they could not fancy there was any risk, as they concluded that the rebels must be a long way off.
At last, getting hungry and thirsty, they looked about in the hopes of discovering a tea-house where they might obtain refreshments. Meeting a few peasants, as they seemed, by the road-side, they inquired by the usual language of signs where they could get something to eat. The men pointed to the west, and signified that they would soon come to a village where they could obtain what they wanted.
"Probably it is not much further; let us ride on," said Charley Roy.
They galloped forward, and were not mistaken, a good-sized village appeared in sight, and one of the first houses in it was of the description they were in search of. The host chin-chinned as they approached, and welcomed them to his establishment. Having fastened up their horses in a stable close at hand, where food and water were given them, they entered a tea house, and cakes, biscuits, and sweetmeats, with tea in wonderfully small cups, were at once placed before them.
"I say, I wonder whether the old fellow hasn't got something more substantial than this?" exclaimed Billy. "Some beef steaks and mutton chops, with a supply of vegetables, would be more to the purpose."
All the signs they made, however, produced nothing but a further supply of the same fare, which they despatched with a rapidity calculated to astonish their host, who was seen looking round at each of them and apparently calculating how much he should charge.
After their repast, they strolled out into the garden behind the house, containing arbours, miniature ponds filled with fish, ca.n.a.ls crossed by bamboo bridges, and beds of tulips with other gay flowers. As there were no other visitors, they made themselves at home, lighted their cigars and took possession of the arbours, while Billy amused himself by trying to catch the fish with his hands as they swam up to gaze at the strange creature looking down upon them.
"This is really very jolly," said Desmond. "We will patronise our friend again if we come this way, although I wish I could make him understand that we want something better than cakes and tea."
They had been resting for some time, two or three of the party dropping off to sleep, when the sound of distant shouts and cries reached their ears. The noises grew louder and louder. Presently their host appeared at the door, gesticulating wildly, and pointing to the way they had come. Some straggling shots were heard.
"The place must be taken by the rebels, and as it is not our business to fight them, the best thing we can do is to make ourselves scarce,"
exclaimed Archie Gordon.
"We shall all be knocked on the head if we don't," cried Charley Roy, starting up. "Come, lads, the sooner we are on horseback the better."
Tom, shouting to his companions, led the way towards the house. The host had vanished, but they again caught sight of him hurrying off with a bundle under one arm, a box under the other, and a basket at his back.
The doors were open, so they quickly rushed through the house towards the stables. The grooms had fled, fortunately not carrying off the steeds, which were munching away at their hay. To slip on the bridles and tighten up the girths did not take long.
"Now, boys," cried Tom, "discretion in this case is the best part of valour."
"We shall get preciously wigged by the first lieutenant if we lose our heads, for coming where we have no business to be," cried Gerald.
As they led out their horses, they saw people hurrying off in all directions across the fields, some scampering along the road they were about to follow. Behind them, at the further end of the village, came a confused mult.i.tude, but whether fugitives or pursuers they could not make out. One thing was certain, that if they delayed they would get into serious trouble, if not lose their lives.
"Mount, mount, and let us be off!" cried Tom. "Here, Billy, I will lend you a hand," and he lifted up his messmate, whose steed was somewhat restive, into his saddle; he then leaped on his own. Only a minute was lost before the mids.h.i.+pmen were all mounted, but that minute was of consequence.
The cries in their rear grew louder; several shots came whizzing past their ears.
"On! on!" shouted Tom. "I will bring up the rear," and, giving a whack to Billy's pony, he drew up for an instant to let the others pa.s.s him.
They then altogether galloped on as fast as their steeds could move their nimble legs. Half-starved as the animals looked, they went at a good pace. Should their pursuers be on foot, they would very soon be beyond all danger of being shot. Tom occasionally turned to glance over his shoulder. Still the people behind, whoever they were, came rus.h.i.+ng on, though as they were distanced they seemed to be more and more confused, until only a dark-coloured ma.s.s could be distinguished.
"We shall soon be beyond their reach," shouted Tom; "it won't do to pull up until we have distanced them thoroughly." Soon afterwards, as he looked again, he saw the dark ma.s.s divided, when he could distinguish sword blades flas.h.i.+ng in the sun as they waved here and there.
"There are cavalry of some sort after us," he cried out. As far as he could judge at that distance, the hors.e.m.e.n were engaged in cutting down the native peasantry, whom they had overtaken unprepared for resistance.
"If we can make our horses go faster, we must do so," cried Tom. "Those fellows astern mean mischief, and we must keep well ahead, or they will be trying the sharpness of the sabres on our necks."
The party did not require this exhortation to do their best to make their steeds move forward faster, urging them on with rein and reiterated whacks on the back with their sticks. The hoofs of the animals clattered over the hard ground, sending up clouds of dust. The day was further advanced than they had supposed, but darkness would favour them should they find a road by which they might turn off and gain the city by another entrance.
"How far have we got to go?" inquired Desmond, shouting to Tom.
"That is more than I can tell; I know we came a good long way," answered Tom; "but our horses will carry us if we stick on their backs. Keep a good hand on your reins. Whatever you do, don't let them tumble down."
Though Tom encouraged his companions, he did not feel very sure that they would escape. He could distinguish flags and spears, as well as the sword blades. The hors.e.m.e.n behind them were becoming every instant more distinct. Much depended on the strength of their pursuers' horses.
If these had already come a good way that morning they might be tired and soon knock up, but if they were fresh they might ere long overtake the mids.h.i.+pmen.
"If they overtake us, we must stand and make a fight for it," cried Tom.
"No doubt about that," answered Desmond. "It will never do to be cut down like sheep, running away."
"But as long as we can run we will," cried Tom. "If they do come up with us, my idea is that we should leap our horses over the ditch or fence, as may be most suitable, on our left, then wheel round and charge them if they attempt to follow us."
Roy and the rest agreed to Tom's proposal. "I don't think the cavalry have carbines, so that they cannot shoot us down at a distance, and our pistol bullets will reach farther than their lance points."
Tom had taken command of the party by tacit consent, and no one was disposed to dispute his authority. There was no time, however, for saying much. As they went along Tom had the satisfaction of observing that the enemy did not appear to be much, if at all, gaining upon them.
This raised his hopes. They had already made good several miles, when Charley Roy proposed a halt, to breathe their horses and ascertain whether they were still pursued. Scarcely, however, had they stopped, than the clattering of their pursuers' horses' hoofs sounded in their ears, mingled with the shouts of the riders.
"We must push on, whether our nags like it or not," cried Tom; "if we can once distance them, the enemy are very likely to give up the chase, as they know they will run a risk of being cut off should they get too near the town."
Again the party galloped forward. Even their short halt enabled the Tae-pings to gain on them, and the rebels' voices sounded considerably louder.
"All right! they have no bow chasers, or we should have had them firing after us," cried Tom, laughing; "they will have had their ride for nothing, I hope, after all."
Two or three miles more were got over. The mids.h.i.+pmen began to look out for the lanterns on the city walls, which, by this time, they expected to see. Near, however, as they might be to a place of refuge, as their foes still continued the pursuit, they were not out of danger. Their steeds, too, were giving evident signs of being knocked up, and they had to keep their sticks going to make the poor animals move forward.
Presently, down came Billy's horse, sending its rider clear over its head, Billy narrowly escaping a kick from the heels of the animal directly before him. Tom, without stopping to see what had become of Billy, pulled up, and fortunately succeeded in catching the animal's reins.
"Where are you, Billy?" he shouted out; "not hurt, I hope?"
"Not much, only on my knee," answered Billy, as he hobbled up and climbed again into his saddle.
The rest of the party, not seeing what had occurred, galloped on.
Billy's horse, like his rider, had cut both its knees, and seemed very unwilling to continue the headlong race they had been so long running.
"You must make him get along," said Tom, applying his own stick to the animal's back. "I don't want my head cut off, and I don't want to leave you behind."
Short as had been the delay, it was of serious consequence, for when Tom looked round he could distinctly see the enemy coming after them.
Billy, not being a good rider, cried out that he should be off again, as he had got one of his feet out of the stirrup.
"Never mind; hold on by your hands, and I'll lead your horse," cried Tom, seizing the rein. He had no wish to delay the rest of the party, so he did not shout out to them to stop, but he determined to push forward as long as the horses could keep on their legs. Billy in a short time succeeded in getting his foot into the stirrup.
"Now," said Tom, "if we have to leap, don't be pulling at the rein, but let your horse have his head, and you stick on like wax."
In the mean time the rest of the party pushed forward, Gerald was surprised that Tom did not answer a question; he shouted to him, still fancying that he was close behind.