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His next thought was of those outside who had been wounded, and he
organized a small corps of men, under Lieutenant Richmond Dobson, to
go out under a flag of truce and bring them in. This corps started
out, but returned in a very few minutes empty-handed. Lieutenant
Dobson reported that the air-ships had strictly respected the flag
of truce, but at the gateway he had been met by a similar signal
from the mobiles. The person in command of this party, who wore a
peculiarly-shaped gold star upon his left shoulder, had informed
Lieutenant Dobson that he could not be permitted to proceed, but
that his wounded would be cared for. The attacking party, he was
informed, had ample surgical assistance with them for this purpose.
The Lieutenant had then been requested to return to the mansion and
bear a message to the officer in command to the effect that unless an
unconditional surrender was made within five minutes an attack upon the
mansion itself would be begun.
“Oh!” exclaimed Captain Bingham fiercely, “it looks as if they were
well-organized and well-prepared, but we are at least under some
shelter here. Did you inquire in whose name this command was made?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And what was the answer?”
“That it was made in the name of the General commanding the First Army
Corps of the New Republic.”
“What! A general in command--the First Army Corps!” muttered Captain
Bingham. “That sounds like a comprehensive organization. It looks
serious!”
At this moment a servant of the house approached with word that His
Majesty wished to see Captain Bingham and hear his report.
Captain Bingham accordingly went upstairs and communicated to the King
all he had learned.
“Have you audiphoned to the palace for such soldiers as are there?”
inquired His Majesty.
“It would be absolutely useless to do so, Sire,” replied Captain
Bingham. “There is but a comparatively small force there, and should
they attempt to come to our relief they would be exterminated to a man
before they reached us. Nearly half of my command was either killed or
wounded in traversing the short distance from the roadway to the house.
What would it be with any force from the palace attempting to approach
over several miles of ground?”
“True,” said the King. “Where can assistance, then, be obtained?”
“The nearest point from which effective aid can be sent,” replied
Captain Bingham, “is from the city, and I have already audiphoned to
the army headquarters there. I have explained the attack, and stated
that we are besieged and have requested the immediate dispatch of a
large force, which has been promised me. I did this, as it seemed to me
to be the only thing to do, although I frankly confess that I do not
see how even a large force can prevail against an enemy they cannot
reach. Possibly, however, they may be able to beat off the air-ships
with heavy guns, though I am not sanguine of success.”
“But,” said the King, “it will be some time before assistance can reach
us from the city.”
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