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Stan Lynn A Boy's Adventures in China
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âCan you use a Sword?â
âYes! What is it?â
âHist, boy! Jump up and dress.â
âOh, itâs you, father!â said the newly aroused sleeper, slipping out of bedâor, rather, off his bed, for the heat of an Eastern China night had made him dispense with bedclothes.
He made a frantic dash at his trousers, feeling confused and strange in the darkness, and hardly knowing whether he was dreaming or awake, as he whispered:
âIs anything the matter?â
There was no reply, and the lad became conscious of the fact that his father had passed out of the room after awakening him.
Dressing in the darkness is not pleasant. Buttons have a habit of making for the wrong holes, socks and collars and ties of slipping off the bedside chair and hiding underneath anywhere; while if it is very dark, elbows come in contact with pieces of furniture, and the back of the hair-brush is liable to come rap against the skull, instead of the yielding, bristly front.
Stanley Lynn went through divers experiences of this kind as he hurried on his clothes, wondering what was the matter the while, and coming to the conclusion that Uncle Jeff must have been taken ill and wanted the doctor.
The lad had just come to this decision when a faint click told him that the door had been reopenedâproof of which came in the shape of a whisper:
âDressed, boy?â
âYes, father. Is Uncle Jeff ill?â
âHi? No, my boy. But be very quiet; they donât know that we are stirring.â
âWho donât, father?â
âBah! Donât ask questions, boy,â said his father in an impatient whisper. âThere, there! of course you want to know. Here, Stan, can you fight?â
âA little, father,â said the boy in a tone full of surprise. âI had two or three sets-to at school.â
âPooh! Absurd! Look here, boy; your uncle Jeff was alarmed by sounds down by the warehouse entry, and looking out cautiously, he saw men at work by the big doors.â
âRobbers, father?â said the boy excitedly.
âYes, robbersâriver pirates.â
âAnd you want me to go for the police?â
âNo, boy; I want you to help us to keep the wretches at bay. We shall be only three with you, and we canât afford to reduce our numbers to two. Can you load and fire a pistol?â
âYes, father; Tom Dicks and I used to go rabbit-shooting with oneââ
âThen you ought to be able to hit a man if you can shoot rabbits.â
The thought flashed across the boyâs brain that, though he and his fellow-pupil had gone shooting on the Clovelly cliffs times enough, they had never once hit a rabbit; but there was no time to communicate this fact to his father. âAnd besides,â he thought, âI dare say firing the pistol will be enough; the noise will frighten the men away.â
âCan you use a sword, Stan?â
âYes, father. You know I had fencing lessons.â
âBah!â muttered his elder impatiently. âPoking about a square skewer with a leather-covered button at the end! I mean a service swordâcut and thrust. There! you must try. Catch hold and come along. Loaded, mind.â
The last words were uttered as the boy felt the butt of a revolver thrust into one hand, the handle of a sword into the other....