China -- History -- Boxer Rebellion, 1899-1901 -- Juvenile fiction; Missions -- China -- Juvenile fiction
At that moment the Chinese caught sight of Mr. Li and Wang, and a
fiendish smile of triumph lighted up their faces. Mr. Li also smiled.
"Not so fast, my friends," he said, quietly; and as the first man landed
on the ground he gently pushed Wang in front of him through the door
leading into the inner apartment, and slid the bolt.
"That bolt will be no good, sir," said Wang; "they will force the door
in a few minutes, and we shall all be tortured and killed."
"I must beg of you to be silent," said Mr. Li, sternly. "If you would
like to join the party outside, there is still time to do so, but I
think that you would probably prefer to remain with us."
Poor Wang protested most humbly that he had never meant anything by his
words, and so great was his attachment to their persons that nothing in
the world would induce him to leave them.
"That being the case," said Mr. Li, drily, "and your attachment to us
being so great, you will do all in your power to help instead of
hindering us. I cannot have these ladies alarmed. Now see," he said,
turning to Lilian and Nina, who had turned a shade whiter, for though
they placed unbounded confidence in Mr. Li, it was not pleasant to hear
the sounds in the outer room.
"Now see: I touch this button, and look at the result!" As he spoke he
pressed a spring in the wall, and a huge sliding door shot right across,
protecting the door through which they had passed, and which the Chinese
were forcing from the outer side.
[Illustration: As he spoke he pressed a spring in the wall.]
"I think," said Mr. Li, with a smile of triumph in his dark eyes, "they
will find it a little difficult to break through that door. Now let us
collect what we require for the journey."
"The packages are here," said Mr. St. John. "We have had them all placed
in the corner of the room."
"That is well," replied Mr. Li. "Now we will continue our journey. It
will take our friends some little time," he added, pleasantly, "to force
an entrance into this room, and I think they will be more than ever
puzzled when they get here. You see these four doors," he said,
pointing to one side of the apartment which seemed to be composed
entirely of doors, "Which do you think is the one to be used? They are
all dummies," he continued, after a pause, in which the doors had been
tried and various opinions expressed: "but I fancy they will puzzle our
friends. The real one is here."
He touched a spring which was wholly invisible to any but the most
practised eye, and they found themselves in a kind of hall, the walls of
which were very lofty, the light entering by mere apologies for windows,
let in close to the ceiling. There were low divans all round this hall,
and Mr. Li begged them to be seated.
"We may as well rest here a few moments," he said, noticing Nina’s white
face. "We are safe for the present, at least."
At this moment Mr. Crawford crossed over to where Mr. Li was standing,
and spoke in a low tone.
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