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
Dusk fell. There had been time for them to go and return. Bob waited
anxiously. Hour after hour passed; the moon rose, and climbed higher
and higher into the sky. Where were the men? He was anxious about
their fate; but he fretted also because, even if they returned in
safety, it was growing too late to do anything that night. He walked up
and down like a sentry, stopping at the end of his beat to listen, how
often he did not count. At last, when he judged it must be nearing
midnight, he heard a soft footfall, and in a moment saw a man’s form
approaching. Holding his pistol ready, he waited until the man came
within a few yards of him, then called softly, "Who are you?"
"My Ah-Sam, allo lightee," came the answer in a whisper.
Bob lowered the pistol, and the Chinaman stepped forward panting, and
dropped a heavy bundle at his feet.
"Where is Sing-Cheng?"
"He one piecee li wailo, he hidee. Chang-Wo look-see. ’Ch’hoy! two
piecee man’, he say; ’my catchum, killum’; one piecee man no makee
muchee bobbely; he come this-side allo lightee; Chang-Wo no can look-see
he."
"I see, you come one at a time; Sing-Cheng will give you time to get
here, then come himself. A good idea of yours, Ah-Sam. Now tell me how
you got on."
They had reached the village at early morning, said Ah-Sam, and made
their purchases with no difficulty. On leaving the place they had
thought it advisable to make a slight circuit, and had unluckily, after
an hour’s march, come plump upon two of Chang-Wo’s men on horseback. One
of the men had instantly recognized Sing-Cheng, and attempted to lay
hands on him, while the other made at Ah-Sam with his spear.
"And how did you get away?" asked Bob.
"Killum, one, two," replied Ah-Sam simply.
"The horses?"
"He lun wailo chop-chop; my no can catchee."
"Towards the fort?"
"No, massa; lun far far wailo that-side."
He pointed in the opposite direction. Bob gave a sigh of relief.
"Did you see any more of the brigands as you came?" he asked.
"Look-see one, two, t’lee; he makee my hidee; my come this-side velly
slow, galaw!"
In a few minutes the chief arrived, bearing his share of the burden.
Both he and Ah-Sam were exhausted; in any case it was too late to
attempt anything that night; and Bob told the men to eat and rest, for
there would be work for them on the morrow.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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