we seemed all alone. I glanced right – and Walker was doing the same thing. Our eyes met, and I grabbed Parkes’s bridle as we rode, heading him out to the right, while he demanded to know what I was about.
“You’ll see,” I told him. What Walker and I had noticed was a big nullah away on the right, and now we went for it full lick, turning down its lip as we reached it, and Parkes gave a great cry of astonishment, and would have reined in, but I kept him going.
“In full view, eh?” says I. “That settles it!”
There were three thousand Tartar horsemen in that nullah if there was one, dismounted, with drawn sabres, and they gave a great roar at the sight of us. But now I had us heading left again, towards the road and the little village beyond which lay the camp-site to which our army would presently be advancing. As we thundered past it a little group of horsemen broke cover, led by a mandarin who yelled at us to keep away. Beyond him I could see the guns in the trees.
“Masked battery!” cries Walker. “Jesus – look at that!”
As we came through the fringe of trees to the camp-site, the whole eastern horizon seemed to be moving. Immediately to our left, a long bund stretched away, and it was lined with heavy guns, covering the camp-site; in the millet behind the bund the country was alive with Tiger soldiers, the black and yellow stripes clear to be seen, but on the eastern flank of the plain was the sight that had brought Walker up in his stirrups – long lines of Tartar cavalry, advancing at the walk, thousands upons thousands of them. We raced out into the unoccupied camp-site, and suddenly Parkes reined in, white-faced.
“Sir Harry! Stop, if you please!” I reined up, and the whole troop followed. “Sir Harry, I am returning to Tang-chao! I must inform Prince I of this … this extraordinary proceeding!”
I couldn’t believe it – and then I realised his pallor wasn’t fear, but anger. He was in a positive fury, so help me.
“Good God!” I cried. “D’you think he doesn’t know?”
“It is impossible that he should! Mr Loch, will you return to Lord Elgin at once, and inform him of what is happening? Sir Harry, I must ask for a small escort, if you please. One trooper will be sufficient.”
I’m a true-blue craven, as you know, but I’m also too old a soldier to waste time raving. “You’ll never come out alive,” says I.
“No, you are mistaken. I shall be perfectly safe. My person is inviolate.”
D’ye know, it was on the tip of my tongue to holler “It may be in bloody lilac stripes for all the good it’ll do you!” but I kept a grip, thinking in the saddle. It must be a good ten miles to the army, with God knew how many Chinese along the road; if there was trouble it would be here, and the risk of cutting and running was appalling: The prospect of returning to Tang-chao was even worse – except for one thing. Parkes was right: he was inviolate. Whoever the Chinks cut up, it wouldn’t be Her Majesty’s biggest diplomatic gun bar Elgin himself; they wouldn’t dare that. It came home to me with blinding clarity that the one safe place in the whole ugly mess was alongside H. Parkes, Esq.
“Very good, Mr Parkes,” says I. “I’ll ride with you. Corporal, detail two dragoons as escort. Mr Loch, take one trooper, ride to the army, inform Sir Hope and Lord Elgin. Colonel Walker, remain here with the rest of the party to observe; retire at discretion. Corporal,” I drew him aside; he was a rangy lantern-jawed roughneck with a tight chinstrap. “If it gets ugly, scatter and ride through, d’ye hear? Get to Grant – whatever anyone else says, tell him – Flashy says ‘Close up.’ Mind that. I’m counting on you … Mr Loch, what the dooce are you waiting for? Be off – at a steady canter! Don’t run! Mr Parkes, I suggest we lose no time!”
Doing my duty by the army, you see, before bolting to what I hoped to God was safety. I glanced round: Tartar cavalry two miles to the left, closing slowly; masked batteries on the bund – and now the concealed Tartars emerging from the nullah to the right, streaming down in a great mass. The camp-site was a death-trap … but Grant would steer clear of it. I slapped Parkes’s screw, and we raced away, the two dragoons at our heels, back through the trees and on to the Tang-chao road.
Before we’d gone a mile I was breathing easy; whether all the troops we’d seen coming down had now reached the camp-site, I don’t know, but the way was clear, and when we met Chinese they didn’t attempt to stay us. We were in Tang-chao under the hour, and while Parkes hurried off to find Prince I, I set the dragoons searching for Anderson and the others. It was only then that I realised one of my dragoons was Nolan. Hollo, thinks I, we may find advantage in this yet.
Tang-chao ain’t a big place, and I found two Sikh troopers near the bazaar. Bowlby Sahib was buying silk, says they, grinning, and sure enough he was festooned in the stuff, with his money on the table while the vendor shook his sticks to determine the price, with Anderson and De Normann chaffing and half a dozen sowars chortling round the stall.
“I can’t gamble with Times money!” Bowlby was laughing, pink in the face. “Delane will go through my accounts himself, I tell you! I say, Anderson, tell him to name a price and I’ll cough it up, hang it!”
I tapped Anderson’s arm. “Everyone to the square, quietly, in two’s and three’s. No fuss. We’re riding in ten minutes.”
Good boy, Anderson; he nodded, called a joke to De Normann, passed word to his jemadar, and the Sikhs began to drift off, slow and easy. I left him to bring Bowlby, and went to find another horse from our two remounts; I ride thirteen stone, and if there was one thing I wanted it was a fresh beast.
Anderson had his troop ready in the square by the temple – loafing so as not to attract notice, I was glad to see – and there was nothing to do but wait for Parkes and tell De Normann and Bowlby what had happened. It was roasting hot now, in the dusty square; the beasts stamped and jingled, and the sowars yawned and spat, while Anderson strolled, hands in pockets, whistling; my nerves were stretching. I can tell you, when there was a clatter of hooves, and who should it be but Loch, with two sowars carrying white flags on their lance-points, and young Brabazon, a staff-walloper.
Yes, Loch had seen Grant, and after reporting had felt bound to return for Parkes and me; he said it almost apologetically, blinking and stroking his beard, while I marvelled at human folly. The Imps were in greater force than ever at the camp-site, and in Loch’s opinion, presenting a most threatening appearance, but while Montauban had been all for a frontal attack, Grant was sitting tight, to give us time to get clear. That cheered me up, for if he didn’t advance the Imps would have nothing to shoot at, and all might blow over; but it was still gruelling work waiting for Parkes; I beguiled the time trying to think of fatal errands on which I might despatch Trooper Nolan, who was sitting aside, puffing his pipe, his bright little eyes sliding every so often in my direction.
Suddenly here was Parkes, riding alone, pausing to scribble furiously in his note-book, and in a fine taking. “I am out of all patience with I!” snaps he. “He is a lying scoundrel! Sam Collinson has been at work, stirring up resistance, and what d’you think I had the effrontery to say? That it is all our fault for insisting on Lord Elgin’s entering Pekin!”
“You said that?” says Loch, puzzled.
“What? Of course not! I said it!” cries Parkes, and as God’s my witness, they began to discuss the personal pronoun. One thing rapidly became clear: the Chinks had repudiated the agreement made only yesterday, and were now vowing that unless Elgin withdrew his demand, they were ready to fight. “There can be no peace!” Prince I had shouted
