Stan Lynn Part 12

"That's the only way to deal with them," he cried, "when you're not near enough to knock a few heads together. You'll have to learn."

"What was the matter?" said Stan, who felt in doubt about acquiring the accomplishment, and whose better spirits were somewhat damped by this sudden return to the previous evening's manner.

"Matter? Nothing at all. There! peg away, my lad. Make a good breakfast. I always do. Splendid beginning for a good day's work.-- What!" he roared, as there was the merest suggestion of a fresh outburst, which calmed down directly, "Yes, you'd better tear me away from my bones! You do, and I'll turn tiger. Ah! you've thought better of it. Lucky for you!--Nice row that; just as I said, about nothing.

Divide themselves into two parties; my coolies on one side, the junk's crew on the other. If I hadn't gone and yelled horrid Chinese threats at them there would have been a fight, and half the men unfit to work for the rest of the day. You'll get used to them, though, I dare say.

Not bad fellows, after all, when they've got some one over them who won't let them bite, kick, and scratch like naughty children. Well, how did you leave the governors?"

"Oh, very well, considering what a scare we had the other night. I thought the villains would kill us."

"Yes, but you wouldn't let them. I told your uncle the last time I saw him that he didn't take precautions enough, but he said he didn't believe any one would dare to attack a place so near the city.

Revolvers are all very well at close quarters, but not heavy enough for a horde of savages who think nothing of fighting to the death. Got a revolver?"

"Yes," said Stan; "and a gun."

"That's right. And after what you said, I suppose you know how to use the pistol?"

"I can shoot with it a little," said Stan, colouring slightly. "I suppose you have one?"

"What! Living out in this unprotected place? Well, rather! I'll show you my little armoury after breakfast."

"Have you ever been attacked?"

"Not yet; but it's safe to come some time or other, so I hold myself ready. It's not quite so bad as I said last night."

"No; I didn't think it was," replied Stan coolly; and he was conscious that his host was watching him keenly.

"But without any nonsense, you may have to fight, my lad, if you stay here."

"I hope not," said Stan, breaking the top of an egg.

"So do I," said the manager. "I don't want my people scared, and the place knocked to pieces or burned. That's the worst of a wooden building like this. Ah! it's a risky trade, and your people deserve to make plenty of profit for their venture."

Little more was said till the breakfast was at an end, when the _ting_ of a table-gong brought Wing into the room.

"Take away," said the manager sharply; "and as soon as you have done, I want you to hire a boat and go up-river to stop at all the villages that were not touched at before you went away. We must do more business with the places higher up. You go and see the headmen of some of the tea-plantations there who have never dealt with us yet. Understand?"

The man nodded sharply, and the manager turned to Stan.

"Now then," he said; "let's look at the tools."

He led the way into a warehouse-like place, one end of which was furnished with an arms-rack holding a dozen rifles, bayonets, and bandoliers. In a chest beside them were a dozen revolvers; and after displaying these, every weapon being kept in beautiful order, a trap-door in the floor was pointed out, regularly furnished with keyhole and loose ring for lifting.

"Key hangs in my room, if you want it when I'm out," said the manager meaningly.

"I'm not likely to want the key of the cellar," said Stan, smiling.

"Cellar? Nonsense! That's the little magazine. Oh no! the cases down there are not cases of wine, but of cartridges for rifle and revolver."

"Oh!" said Stan thoughtfully, for the announcement was of a very suggestive nature--one which brought up the night of the attack in Hai-Hai.

"There we are, then, if we have to fight," said Blunt.

"With whom?" asked Stan sharply.

"Ah! who knows?" said Blunt, laughing. "River pirates; wandering bands of Chinese robbers; disbanded soldiers of the Government; anybody.

China's a big country, my lad, and abominably governed, but a splendid land all the same, teeming with a most hard-working, industrious population, eager to engage in trade, and on the whole good, honest folk who like dealing with us, and are free from prejudices, excepting that they look upon us as a set of ignorant barbarians--foreign devils, as they call us. But it doesn't matter much. We know better--eh?"

"Of course," said Stan, laughing. "But you have a good many Chinese at work for you here; don't you ever feel afraid of them rising against you and the English clerks?"

"One way and another, there are about ten of them to one of us; and as in the case of a row the whole countryside would take part with them, you might say they would be a hundred or a thousand to one against us and still be within bounds."

"It seems very risky," said Stan thoughtfully; "and of course you and the clerks dread a rising against you."

"Against us, you ought to say now, my lad," said Blunt, smiling. "But we are not a bit afraid, and when you have been here a few months you won't be either."

Stan flushed a little, and said hurriedly:

"Of course, it is excusable for me to feel a bit nervous at first. You see, I had such a nasty experience the other night."

"To be sure," said Blunt. "And mind, I don't say but what we live in a constant state of alarm about an attack like that, but not of our own people. They wouldn't go against us."

"Why?" said Stan.

"Because the round, smooth-faced beggars like me."

The thought of what he had heard from Wing, and learnt from his own observation of the manager, had such a perplexing effect upon the lad that his countenance a.s.sumed an aspect of so ludicrous a nature that Blunt burst into a roar of laughter.

"I see," he cried; "you can't digest that. It doesn't fit with my roaring and shouting at them just now? Well, it doesn't seem to, but it does. You'll see. You'll soon find out that the men all like me very much, and I believe that if we were in great trouble they'd fight to the death for me--to a man. Like to know why?"

"Of course," said Stan.

"Well, then, I'll tell you. I'm master, king, magistrate, doctor, everything to them. They come to me about their quarrels and their ailments; to get their money, and then bank it with me; and the reason I believe in them and they believe in me is because I am just as fair as in me lies. If I find a man skulking and kick him, do you think the others side with him?"

"I should expect them to," said Stan.

"Then you're wrong. They roar with laughter, and enjoy seeing their fellow punished. They're shrewd enough, and know that the idler is putting his share of work upon them. If there's a quarrel amongst them they come to me to settle it. If a man's sick he comes to me, and I try to set him right. Nurse him up sometimes. When they want a treat they come to me to draw out part of their earnings that I have banked for them. Bah! I'm not going to preach a sermon about what I do. I'm just to them, I tell you, and they know it. I trust them, and they trust me.

Come along; let's go and see how they're getting on with the unloading.

Let's go in here, though, first."

He led the way by stacks of bales and piles of tea-chests, all neatly arranged like a wall--a great cube built up from floor to ceiling--and pa.s.sing through an opening, went down a narrow alley in the great store-room, with a wall of half-chests built up on either side, and entered an open doorway to where half-a-dozen clerks and warehous.e.m.e.n were busy. The former were making out bills of lading and entries in books, the latter sampling teas--one with little piles of the dried leaves in cardboard trays, which he was testing in rotation; while another sat at a table upon which was a copper contrivance standing upon a slab of granite, with a glowing charcoal fire burning beneath a bright urn, the fumes and steam being carried off by a little metal tube funnel which pa.s.sed out through the top of an open chimney.

Right and left of this employee was a row of little earthenware Chinese teapots, and as many cups and saucers; the pots being labelled as they were used with cards attached to the handles, and marked with letters and numbers corresponding with those on the little cardboard trays containing the dried tea.

"Mr Stanley Lynn, gentlemen," said the manager sharply. "He has come in his uncle's place to stay with us for a time."

The introduction was brief, and then the lad was hurried out on to the wharf, where the manager made his appearance suddenly. His presence acted like a stimulus, setting every one working at a double rate of speed, in spite of the scorching sun, which was beginning to glow with so much fervour that the strange gum used to caulk the seams of the great junk in process of being unloaded began to ooze out and form brown globules like little tadpoles with tails.

Everything was new and interesting to Stan, and the day pa.s.sed very quickly, the manager seeming eager to explain everything to his new colleague; and, saving when now and then he burst out into fierce invectives against offending coolies and the _tindal_ of the junk, he was mildness itself.