Part 33 (2/2)
”Silence, sir! Will you let me speak? The consequence is that, because you choose to disobey orders, and take the men off to indulge in some of the disgusting drinks of this wretched country--”
”I beg pardon, sir,” I cried; ”I--”
”Mr Herrick! am I to place you under arrest? Be silent, sir. I say, I return with my escort from an important diplomatic visit, arranged so as to impress the people, and when I return, almost fainting with the heat, there is no boat, because you have allowed the men to impose upon you; and you are away drinking with them, I suppose?”
”No, sir; I--”
”Mr Herrick!” he roared, ”I will not bear it. I say there was no boat; and not only am I forced to submit to the indignity of waiting, and listening to the gibes of the low-cla.s.s Chinese, and to see their scowls, but our delay there--through you, sir--results, I say results, in the miserable wretches taking advantage thereof, and, thinking me helpless, working themselves up to an attack. When at last you do come crawling up with those four men, they are purple-faced from drinking, every one threatened by apoplexy--why, your own face is crimson, sir; and I could smell the men when I stepped on board.”
”No, sir--the dirty harbour, sir,” I said. ”Smells horrid.”
”You are under arrest, sir. Go! No; stop and hear me out first, sir.
I say that, through your delay, I am kept there on that wretched wharf; and when I do push off, I have--I, Her Majesty's representative, in the sight of these Chinese scoundrels--I have, I say, to suffer from the insult and contumely of being pelted, stoned, of having filth thrown at me. Look at my nearly new uniform coat, sir. Do you see this spot on the sleeve? A mark that will never come out. That was a blow, sir, made by a disgusting rotten fish's head, sir. Loathsome--loathsome!
While the insult to Her Majesty's flag called upon me to fire upon the mob. Do you know what that means, sir?”
”Yes, sir; a good lesson. They won't be so saucy again.”
”You ignorant young puppy!” he cried; ”it may mean a serious international trouble--a diplomatic breach, and all through you. There, I was hot and bad enough before, now you have made me worse.”
He stretched out his hand for the gla.s.s, but did not drink; and the sight of the cool liquid half-maddened me, for the heat and emotion had made my throat very dry.
”Now, sir,” he cried, ”I am your commanding officer, and no one on board Her Majesty's cruiser shall ever say that I am not just. Now then, speak out; what have you to say? How came you to let the men go away to drink?”
”I didn't, sir,” I said huskily. ”They wanted to go, for they were choking nearly, but I wouldn't let them.”
”What? Don't seek refuge in a lie, boy. That's making your fault ten times worse. Didn't I see you returning to the wharf?”
”Yes, sir,” I cried indignantly; ”but the men had not been to drink.”
”Then how dared you disobey my orders, and go away?” he roared, furious at being proved wrong.
”I went, sir, because it was my duty.”
”What!”
”We stayed till the stone-throwing grew dangerous for us, and then I had the boat rowed out and anch.o.r.ed.”
”Oh!”
”But I kept watch till you came in sight, sir; and we were as quick as we could be.”
”The mob pelted you too, Mr Herrick?”
”Yes, sir,” I said; ”and we couldn't fire over their heads, nor yet row right away.”
He looked at me angrily, and then his countenance changed.
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