Stan Lynn Part 39

"Yes, that's what I want to do," said Stan; "but--"

"Never mind the b.u.t.ting; leave that to the pirates. Let them come and b.u.t.t their heads against our wharf. Here, I'm captain of the good ship Lynn Brothers, and you're only lieutenant, so obey orders.--It's all right, gentlemen," he continued coolly and pleasantly the next moment to the little crowd of his people who had hurried out and were waiting for their orders; "the enemy are coming, just when it seemed as if, after all our preparations, they had got wind of what was waiting for them and had made up their minds to disappoint us."

He was interrupted here by a loud cheer, in which the Chinese employees joined with a peculiar yell, which did not improve the heartiness of the cheer, but gave it a fierce, rasping, savage tone.

But it evidently meant business, all the same, and altogether seemed to thrill Stan from top to toe and make him feel, as he put it to himself, in better heart.

"That sounds right," said Blunt as the cheers died out into what was a series of vocal Chinese exclamations. "Now listen; we've got a sharp fight before us, in which we are going to show those savage scoundrels that they have made the greatest mistake they ever made in their lives."

There was another cheer at this, one in which Stan found himself joining and waving his cap, just as if it were at home and the cheering had something to do with a football victory.

"Now," continued Blunt, "I reckon that we have two hours of waiting to do before the music begins to play, so we'll spend part of the time in enjoying the breakfast I have ordered to be ready for every one here.

In the name, then, of our employers' son and nephew, I ask you to come and breakfast with him--all but you two gentlemen up yonder. You must stay and continue your lookout, but my Chinese servants will bring you up all you want."

There was another cheer at this--one that threatened to be terribly prolonged--but Blunt held up his hand.

"That will do for the present; keep the rest of the shouts till we have driven off the enemy. Now then, pile arms and file in to breakfast. No ceremony; we must all be equal over this meal, as we shall be when we are fighting the enemy."

"Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" came in chorus, and the men began to flock in.

"Stop a minute," cried Stan excitedly, catching at his captain's arm.

"What is it?"

"The men on the roof want to say something."

"Do they?--Ahoy, there! What is it?"

"Can't we have a big bamboo up here, sir?" said the clerk who had been waiting to speak.

"A big bamboo?" cried Blunt. "Do you want to bastinado your comrade?"

"No, no, sir. One of the biggest down yonder in the yard. If you sent us up a rope, sir, we could haul the great pole up and lash it to this chimney-stack. We feel as if we ought to have a Union-jack hoisted up here."

"Why, of course," cried Stan excitedly.

"Yes--of course," cried Blunt. "I'm glad you mentioned it. I never thought of that. But there's plenty of time. Breakfast first, and the flag afterwards. Come along, Lynn."

"Oh, don't--pray don't take things so coolly," whispered Stan as they climbed in over the tea-chest wall.

"Why not? We must be cool, my lad, if we wish to win."

"Yes; I suppose so. But hadn't we better get the flag up first, and then it will be done?"

"No," said Blunt shortly. "I'm not going to do anything till all our men have had a good meal. I'm not going to drive my team till every horse has had his corn, so in with you."

"I suppose he's right," thought Stan; "but I couldn't take matters like that with the enemy coming slowly and surely on."

Right or wrong, Blunt took the head of the table, and made ready for Stan to sit on his right. Directly after the rattle of knives and forks began, the Chinese servants placed great steaming mugs of coffee at every man's side, and the thick slices of bread-and-b.u.t.ter which kept coming in relays seemed to melt off the dishes as if they were a confection of ice, while the tall coffee-urns ran more and more dry, till there was a general falling-off in the demands for more, and the manager's stores had shrunk to the lowest ebb.

"Now then," he cried suddenly, rising and beating the side of his coffee-mug with a spoon, "there's plenty of time, so file off quietly; but every man will now take his place. All of you remember this, however--that Mr Lynn and I want prudence, not rashness. When the firing begins every man is to make as much use as he can of his shelter.

Some of us must be hit, but the fewer the better."

There was a cheer at this.

"No more cheering," cried Blunt firmly. "This is business, not pleasure. Now, one more thing I want you all to remember. When you aim at a man and draw trigger, it is not for the sake of making a noise, but for every one to prove his marksmanship and get rid of one enemy. That is all; now in silence, please, every man to his appointed station."

The men, Europeans and Asiatics, filed out quietly, each man taking his rifle from where he had leaned it against the wall, and Stan turned to Blunt's chief servant.

"Have you taken breakfast to Mr Wing?" he said.

The man smiled and nodded.

"Did he eat it?"

"Yes; eat and dlink muchee," replied the man, with a broad smile, just as Blunt turned to the lad.

"I've got a flag about as big as a moderate tablecloth," he said.

"We'll send that up to the roof by one of the stoutest Chinamen, along with a rope. Come and let us make two of the others pick out a large bamboo."

This was all quickly done. The rope was lowered from where the two sentries and the st.u.r.dy picked Chinaman were standing by the chimney-stack, and directly after a stout twenty-foot pole was made fast, hauled up, and the flag secured to the end; and as there were no halyards attached, it was raised against the chimney-stack and secured by the big Chinaman, the rope having been cut in half so as to lash the bamboo in two places, and wedges driven in afterwards to tighten the rope to the greatest extent.

Another cheer which arose was not checked, for it was when the light morning breeze made the folds open out to float well over the centre of the big building, even Blunt and Stan joining in the salute of the flag whose united crosses seemed to promise victory for the brave defenders of the solitary _hong_.

"That's a good job done, Lynn," said Blunt; "and I'm very glad it was suggested. The men will fight all the better for it. I almost feel as if I shall."

"Yes; it seems to put courage and confidence into one," said the lad warmly; and then he coloured a little, for it seemed to him just then, as he met his leader's eye, that Blunt was watching in a curiously inquiring way, looking, Stan thought, as if he felt a good deal of doubt as to how the lad was going to behave.

And all this time the great junks came slowly and steadily on, growing more and more distinct from the defences, but still seeming as if they were sailing right through the waving fields of growing grain.

Blunt had his gla.s.s in hand now where he stood in the little bale-made bastion, and after a good look he handed it to his companion.

"Have a good squint, my lad," he said. "I make it that it will be quite half-an-hour before the leading junk comes round the bend into the straight part of the river, and even then it will take another half-hour before they have run down to us."

"Yes; I can see the matting sails very clearly now," said Stan after a good look, "but the hulls are quite hidden by the fields."

"Yes, and will be till they reach the straight reach of the river. But I expect they are all crammed with men. How many junks can you make out?"

"Six," said Stan.

"Yes, that is what I saw. Now let us have a quiet walk round amongst the men and see if anything is needed to better the defence."

Stan followed his leader, whose first examination was of the two doorways through which the defenders must pa.s.s when they gave up or were driven from their fragile wall.

Everything was as it should be; the doors were wide-open, but ready for closing, and half-a-dozen short, stout pieces of plank were standing in sight, waiting for placing and securing inside the door after it was closed. Even the holes were made ready for the insertion of big screws instead of nails, and all was in charge of two Chinese carpenters, with a.s.sistants ready to hold the plank while it was being screwed tightly to the door-posts.

Both doors were in the same state of preparation, and Blunt nodded his satisfaction.