Soon the scouts, evidently having met at this rendezvous for directions, went on with their work; four only remained on the parade ground before the Administration buildings and the residences of the leading foreign families. It was on this spot that, a short while previous, British ladies had provided free teas and free refreshments for the Russian troops arriving from outlying camps, and for recruits after doing their drill-ground exercises. No one had anything to offer these tired, battle-worn men; they tendered not even so much as a light for a cigarette, or a drink of water to the thirsting beasts the men rode. The Chinese looked on with as much indifference as the foreigners showed. Hours passed; it began to get dark, and the expected army was no nearer the town. The officials and residents became anxious. They questioned the scouts, they sought about for an interpreter. What did the scouts know? When would the troops arrive? Who was going to protect property in the town? There you have the foreign resident in China in his entirety. For the men who had won battle after battle, for men who came straight into their midst after two days’ continuous fighting, for the race with whom Britons have an alliance, no word of good cheer, no ready hospitality, no neighbourliness at all. To the foreign resident the Japanese are yellow men--a race apart. They might be useful in guarding the white men’s property, but to treat these men after war as Russian soldiers were treated in peace time was not thought of even. Japan has not yet bridged the gulf by war. Among the bulk of the foreign residents of Newchwang Japan has still to win her way--the war will be finished long before so little is accomplished. The Consuls and the general public loitered near the Administration building. As it grew dark they drove the Chinese away from the Russian barracks fronting the parade ground, who again and again made futile attempts to steal doors, windows, and fittings from the deserted buildings. It seemed that the Japanese army would never come. Mr. Bush was not the type of man who waits for things to happen. Prevailing with one of the scouts to accompany him, he rode out by the south gate and through Niuchatun to where the nearest detachment of the Japanese forces was believed to be bivouacking. There he explained to the commanding officer that the property of the town was in danger, and induced him to send fifty men at once to police the streets. It was past midnight when they arrived. The Chinese, although they had been prevented from injuring the deserted buildings near foreigners’ residences, had completely gutted the Russian post office, jail, and other deserted premises; had pulled out door and window frames and even torn up the wooden floors and carried away the flag poles!