Kobo: A Story of the Russo-Japanese WarStrang, Herbert
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Kobo: A Story of the Russo-Japanese War
Strang, Herbert
Russo-Japanese War, 1904-1905 -- Juvenile fiction
General Kuroki gave him an expressive glance, which seemed to say that
sympathy would in any case be vain, for failure would possibly involve
death. Bob thanked the general and withdrew.
A day was spent in making preparations. Bob was carefully disguised as
a Chinaman; the chief altered his dress somewhat, and did what he could
to hide his scar; and both he and Ah-Sam got together a number of small
portable Chinese objects such as might have been saved from the wreck of
a farm. Then early one morning the party of three set off on foot.
They carried no arms, except each a revolver concealed with a supply of
cartridges in a special pocket in their baggy trousers. As Chang-Wo’s
haunt did not lie in a straight line between Kiu-lien-cheng, their
starting-place, and Gensan, their ostensible destination, they struck at
first north-eastwards, in order to approach the fortress from a
direction that would lend colour to their story.
For two days they tramped on. Their account of themselves found easy
credence at the hamlets where they stopped for rest and food, and Bob
was secretly amused to watch the cleverness with which Ah-Sam feigned a
sorrowful indignation to match that of the chief. On the evening of the
second day they arrived at a village which, as they entered it,
Sing-Cheng explained was a little more than ten miles from Chang-Wo’s
stronghold. They made their way to an inn, and Ah-Sam, who for safety’s
sake was allowed to be spokesman on these occasions, once more glibly
repeated the story about the raided farm and the purpose of finding
shelter with his uncle in Gensan. The landlord, an active little
Chinaman, appeared to Bob to give the travellers an anxious warning, and
as they continued in conversation, the other guests in the inn formed a
group and took a voluble part. Bob sat upon the k’ang, wishing with all
his heart that he could understand what was being said, but doing his
best to keep up the semblance of being deaf and dumb by munching away at
the food given him and letting his eyes rove round the room with a
half-vacant stare.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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