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The Sirdar's Oath.

by Bertram Mitford.

CHAPTER ONE.

"THE STRANGER WITHIN THY GATES."

"Yer--Kroojer! Kroojer. Go'n get yer whiskers shyved."

"Ere, chaps. 'Ere's old Kroojer!"

And the section of the crowd among whom originated these remarks closed up around the object thereof.

The latter, though clad in the frock-coat of European civilisation, was obviously an Oriental. He was a man of fine presence, tall and dignified, handsome in the aquiline-featured type, and wearing a full beard just turning grey. Hence it will be seen that his resemblance to the world-famed President was so striking as to commend itself at once to the understanding of his molesters.

It was night, and the flare of the street lamps, together with a few impromptu illuminations, lit up the surging, tossing, roaring mult.i.tude, which filled to packing point the whole s.p.a.ce in front of the Mansion House, each unit of the same bent on shouting himself or herself hoa.r.s.e; for the tidings of the relief of Mafeking had just been received, and the inauguration of the public delirium was already in full swing. Hats and caps flew in the air by showers, the wearers of silk hats not hesitating to hurl on high their normally cherished and protected headgear, those who did so hesitate being speedily relieved of all responsibility on that point by their obliging neighbours, to the accompaniment of such shouts as "Ooroar for B.P. Good old B.P.," while the strains of "Soldiers of the Queen" rose in leathern-lunged rivalry with those of "The Absent-minded Beggar"--save when, in staccato volleyings of varied timelessness and tunelessness, those of "Rule Britannia" availed to swamp both. Thus the mult.i.tude rejoiced, characteristically, therefore, for the most part, roughly.

"Wot cher, myte?" drawled an evil rough, shouldering against the Oriental. "You ortn't to be 'ere. You ort to be in the Trawnsvawl, you ort. Why you're Kroojer, you are."

"I sy, Bill!" shrilled a girl to her swain. "Let's shyve 'is whiskers, shall we?"

The pair had exchanged hats, and while the speaker's oily fringe was set-off by a bowler, wide and curly of brim, the ugly face of the other leered red and beery from beneath a vast structure of nodding ostrich plumes.

"Rawther. Come on, cheps. Let's shyve old Kroojer's whiskers!" And reaching over, as a preliminary to that process, he s.n.a.t.c.hed the Oriental's high, semi-conical black cap--the only article of un-European wear about him--from his head, and flung it high in the air, emitting a raucous yell.

At this a.s.sault, delivered from behind, the stranger turned, his eyes flas.h.i.+ng with resentment and hate. As he did so a violent push, again from behind, sent him staggering, would have brought him to the ground indeed but that the crowd was too dense, and its only effect was to bring him right against the rough who had s.n.a.t.c.hed off his cap. In a moment the long, brown sinewy fingers had shot out and closed round the bull throat of the cad, while with the snarl of a wild beast, the Oriental flashed forth something from his breast pocket. A roar of warning broke from the bystanders, likewise of rage, for these lovers of fair play were virtuously indignant that one well-nigh defenceless man, and a stranger, should protect himself as best he might when set upon by numbers. In a second the weapon was knocked from his hand, and he was violently wrenched back from the man whose throat he had gripped; and well indeed for the latter that such was the case. Then he was hustled and punched and kicked, his beard pulled out in wisps--the virago who had first instigated the a.s.sault, and who fortunately was separated from him by the crowd, struggling and screaming in the language of the slums to be allowed to get at him--only just once.

"Let him alone, cawn't yer?" cried a voice, that of another woman. "He ain't Kroojer! 'E's a bloomin' Ingin. Any fool could see that."

"'E's a blanked furriner--it's all the syme. And didn't 'e try to knife my Bill," retorted the other, making renewed efforts to reach him--and the vocabulary of this young person earned the delighted appreciation of even the toughest of her audience. Then a diversion occurred.

"Myke wy? Oo are you tellin' of to myke wy?" rose a voice, in angry and jeering expostulation, followed immediately by the sound of a scuffle.

The attention of the crowd was diverted to this new quarter, which circ.u.mstance enabled the luckless Oriental to gain his feet, and he stood staggering, glaring about him in a frenzy of wrath and bewilderment. Then he was knocked flat again, this time by the pressure of those around.

What followed was worth seeing. Straight through the ma.s.s of roughs came upwards of a dozen and a half of another species, in strong and compact order, hitting out on either side of them, scrupulously observing the Donnybrook principle, "When you see a head hit it"--only in the present instance it was a face. Most of these were members of an athletic club, who had been dining generously and had caught the prevailing excitement. They had seen the predicament of the Oriental from afar, and promptly recognised that to effect his rescue would furnish them with just the fun and fight for which they were spoiling.

"Make way, you blackguards. Call yourselves Englishmen, all packing on to one man? What? You won't? That'll settle you."

"That" being a "knock-out" neatly delivered, the recipient, he who had begun the a.s.sault. Still crowned with his female companion's headgear the abominable rough sank to the ground, permanently disabled.

"Here--you, sir--get up. Hope you're not much the worse," cried the foremost, dragging the stranger to his feet.

"I thank you, gentlemen," said the latter, in excellent English. "No, not much, I think."

"That's right," cried the foremost of his rescuers, admiring his pluck.

For undoubtedly the stranger was considerably the worse for what he had gone through. His cheek bones were swollen, and one eye was bunged up, and his now tattered beard was matted with blood flowing from a cut on the lip; and as he stood, with somewhat unsteady gait, the forced smile wherewith he had greeted his deliverers changed to a hideous snarl of hate, as his glance wandered to the repulsive and threatening countenances of his late a.s.sailants. Here, obviously, was no shrinking, effeminate representative of the East, rather a scion of one of its fine and warrior races, for there was a mingled look of wistfulness and aroused savagery in his eyes as instinctively he clenched and unclenched his defenceless fingers as though they ought to be grasping a weapon.

But the moral effect of the first decisive rush having worn off, the rough element of the crowd, roughest of all just here, began to rally.

After all, though they had science, the number of these new arrivals const.i.tuted a mere mouthful, so puny was it. Yells, and hoots, and catcalls arose as the surging rabble pressed upon the gallant few, now standing literally at bay. Those in the forefront were pushed forward by the weight of numbers behind, and the pressure was so great that there was hardly room to make free play with those fine, swinging out-from-the-shoulder hits--yet they managed partially to clear a way-- and for a few moments, fists, feet, sticks, everything, Teere going in the liveliest sort of free fight imaginable. The while, over the remainder of the packed s.p.a.ce, shrill cheers and patriotic songs, and the firing off of squibs and crackers were bearing their own part in making night hideous, independently of the savage rout, here at the top of King William Street.

"Kroojer! Kroojer! 'Ere's Kroojer!" yelled the mob, and, attracted by its vociferations, others turned their attention that way. And while his deliverers had their hands very full indeed, a villainous-looking rough reached forward and swung up what looked like a slender, harmless roll of brown paper above the Oriental's head. Well was it for the latter that this move was seen by one man, and that just in time to interpose a thick malacca cane between his skull and the descending gas pipe filled with lead, which staff, travelling down to the wrist of him who wielded the deadly weapon, caused the murderous cad to drop the same, with a howl, and weird language.

"A good 'Penang lawyer' is tough enough for most things," muttered the dealer of this deft stroke. "Here, brother, take this," he went on, in an Eastern tongue, thrusting the stick into the stranger's hand.

The effect was wondrous. The consciousness of grasping even this much of a weapon seemed to transform the Oriental completely. His tall form seemed to tower, his frame to dilate, as, whirling the tough stick aloft, he shrilled forth a wild, fierce Mohammedan war-cry, bounding, leaping, in a very demoniacal possession, charging those nearest to him as though the stick were a long-bladed, keen-edged tulwar. Whirling it in the air he brought it down with incredible swiftness, striking here and there on head and face, while looking around for more to smite. And then the rabble of a.s.sailants began to give way, or try to. "Cops" was the cry that now went up, and immediately thereupon a strong posse of the splendid men of the City Police had forced their way to the scene of disturbance--or very nearly.

Crushed, borne along by the swaying crowd, the man who had so effectually aided the distressed Oriental had become separated from his friends. For his foes he cared nothing, and, indeed, these had all they could think of to effect their own retreat, the motive being not so much fear of immediate consequences as the consciousness with many of them that they were desperately wanted by the police in connection with other matters, which would infallibly a.s.sert their claims once ident.i.ty was established. At last, to his relief, he found himself in a side street and outside the crowd.

"You're better 'ere, sir," said a gruff voice, whose owner was contemplating him curiously.

"Yes, rather. I've been in a bit of a breeze yonder."

"So I should say, sir," answered the policeman, significantly.

"Thank'ee, sir. Much obliged."

"They were mobbing a stranger, and I and some others went to help him."

"Was it a Hindian gent, sir, with a high black sort of 'at? I seen him go by here not long since."

"Yes. That was the man. Well, I suppose he's all right by now.

Good-night, policeman."

"Good-night, sir, and thank'ee, sir."

An hour and a half later one corner of the supper-room in the Peculiar Club was in a state of unwonted liveliness, even for that by no means dull inst.i.tution, where upwards of a dozen more or less damaged members were consuming devilled bones and champagne.

Damaged, in that bunged up eyes and swelled noses--and here and there a cut lip--were in evidence; but all were in the last stage of cheerfulness.

"Why isn't Raynier here, I wonder?" was asked.

"He? Oh, I expect he went on taking care of that Indian Johnny. He likes those chaps, you know, has to do with them out there. He'll turn up all right--never fear."

"Don't know. Don't like losing sight of him," said another.

"Oh, he'll turn up all right. He knows jolly well how to take care of himself."

But as the night became morning, and the frantic howling of patriotism gone mad rent the otherwise still hours, Raynier did not turn up. Then the revellers and quondam combatants became uneasy--such of them, that is, as were still capable of reflection in any form.

CHAPTER TWO.

THE DAY AFTER.

Raynier awoke in his club chambers the next morning, feeling, as he put it to himself, exceedingly cheap.

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