ON TO PEKIN
CHAPTER I
INTRODUCING THE YOUNG LIEUTENANT
"I say, Lieutenant Pennington, have you heard the news?"
"That depends upon what the news is, major. Do you mean that we are ordered back to Manila?"
"I mean a good deal more than that, lieutenant. We are ordered to China."
"China!" And Lieutenant Gilbert Pennington, formerly of the volunteers and now of the regulars stationed on the island of Luzon, leaped up from the camp stool upon which he had been sitting, and gazed at his old friend, Major Morris, as if he had not heard aright. "Who told you such a fairy tale as that?"
"It's the truth, Pennmgton. I got it direct from the colonel. We are to proceed to Manila without delay, and there take the Logan or some other transport direct for China."
"And what are we going to do in China? Has Uncle Sam declared war on the heathen?"
"Hardly that, I imagine. But you know the missionaries and other foreigners are having a lot of trouble with the Boxers, as they are called; and I reckon our government wants some soldiers on hand in case matters get worse."
"Yes, I've heard about the Boxers, although I don't exactly know what they are."
"They call themselves a band of Patriots, but in reality they are a secret society having for its object the extermination of all foreigners in the Celestial Kingdom. They are the worst cut-throats in China, so I have been told."
"Well, this is certainly news," mused Gilbert Pennington. "I had an idea that my fighting days were about over for the present. I never dreamed I should be sent away from the Philippines excepting it would be back to the States."
"I hope the prospect doesn't displease you," went on Major Morris, earnestly. "For myself I am thoroughly delighted. I am getting tired of hanging around Tarlac. We haven't had a brush with the Fillpino guerillas for three weeks, and that last engagement didn't amount to anything."
"Major, you are a fighting man through and through!" laughed the young lieutenant. "I believe you would rather fight than eat."
"Hardly that, Pennington; but I must confess to a weakness for an occasional engagement." The major of the first battalion twisted his mustache meditatively. "Between you and me, privately speaking, I think we have a long, hard campaign before us."
"I can't understand it. If the Chinese government isn't in with the Boxers, why doesn't it suppress the society, and protect our citizens and the citizens of other nations?"
"That's the conundrum, lieutenant. I was talking to the colonel about it; and he says his opinion is that the Chinese government, instead of suppressing the Boxers, is secretly aiding them. The Chinese don't want any foreigners in China, and this outbreak was bound to come sooner or later."
"If they don't want any foreigners, why did they allow them in the country in the first place?"
"I presume they didn't imagine the foreigners would pour in so rapidly, or that they would advocate so many changes in business, religion, and other things. You see, the Chinaman sticks to ancient things, and wants to do just as his father, his grandfather, and his great-grandfather did."
"Has there been any fighting there yet?"
"I can't say as to that. But the other nations are hurrying troops to the scene; and, when we get there, we are to form part of an Allied Army, composed of English, German, French, Japanese, and other nations."
"Then it will be China against the world."
"That's about the size of it. If we fight side by side with the other nations, it will be rather a new experience for our troops."
"Right you are, major." The young lieutenant gazed doubtfully at his dirty and ragged khaki uniform and the shoes which had been patched until there was hardly any of the original leather left. "But we ought to have new outfits before we go."
"No doubt General Mac Arthur will see that we get them. He will want Uncle Sam's boys to look as well as the soldiers of any other nation."
"Are any of the Volunteers going?"
"Not for the present. But there is no telling how many of the troops will have to go before the trouble in China is over," concluded Major Morris, as he walked on, to spread the news among his other brother officers.
Gilbert Pennington was a young man of Southern blood who had drifted into the army more because of his intense patriotism than for any desire to become a fighter of men. He was from Richmond, Virginia; and, upon the death of his parents and several near relatives, he had wandered around from one place to another, made a trip to the West Indies, and then gone to New York to settle down in business as a book-keeper.
While in New York, the War with Spain broke out; and along with his intimate friend, Ben Russell, Gilbert joined the volunteer service, and served in Cuba as one of Roosevelt's Rough Riders, as related in one of my previous books, entitled "A Young Volunteer in Cuba."
Shortly after his return from Cuba the troubles in the Philippines broke out; and once again Gilbert enlisted, this time in the infantry, and, accompanied by Ben Russell and his brother Larry, journeyed to Luzon, there to serve under Generals Otis and MacArthur and the much-lamented General Lawton. Many of his adventures of those stirring times will be found set forth in "Under Otis in the Philippines" and later volumes of my "Old Glory Series."
But the rebellion in the Philippines was now practically over, and all the soldiers had to do was to guard against the wandering bands of insurgents who carried on a sort of guerilla warfare whenever the opportunity offered. The season had been a very rainy one, and roads and fields were so covered with water and liquid mud that passage from one district to another was well-nigh impossible. The tiny mountain streams were swollen to rushing torrents, and in many places to bridge them over seemed impossible.
Gilbert had been mustered into the regular service several months before; and, for bravery performed in the capture of the Filipino leader, General Adoz, he had been promoted to the rank of first lieutenant of Company A, of the first battalion. Major Morris had come into the regulars at the same time, and now commanded the battalion, although really holding the rank of captain. To my young readers let me explain that this meant that, while he commanded as a major, he received as yet only the pay of a captain.
The news that his regiment was going to China filled Gilbert with interest, and for several reasons. In the first place, he was rather tired of the Philippines, and had thought more than once that he had made a mistake by joining the regulars instead of embarking for home, as many of his fellow-soldiers had done. He had campaigned in intense heat until ready to faint with exhaustion, and the heavy rains of the wet season had found the camp literally drowned out more than once. He had been shot, and had lain in the hospital for weeks, so it was small wonder that he occasionally sighed for a bit of ordinary life again. Following the flag is not all glory.
But now something new was promised. He was to visit a strange country, and perhaps fight side by side with soldiers from other parts of the world. More than this, he might have a chance to find Mr. Amos Bartlett.
Years previous to the opening of this story, Mr. Amos Bartlett had been in business with Jefferson Pennington, Gilbert's father. The two had owned several extensive tobacco warehouses in Richmond, and later on had branched out into the tea and coffee trade. The business had grown to such proportions that it was formed into a stock concern called the Richmond Importing Company. At the time the company had been formed, Mr. Pennington had died; and shortly after this Mr. Amos Bartlett had gone to Tien-Tsin, China, to live, taking with him his wife and his little daughter, Jennie.
When it came to a settlement of Jefferson Pennington's affairs, no satisfactory accounting could be obtained from the Richmond Importing Company, and a lawsuit instituted by Gilbert's mother fell through for the lack of evidence. Amos Bartlett had been written to, but was down with the fever in Tien-Tsin, and could give no evidence. The men at the head of the newly formed company were sharpers from New Orleans; and in the end Mrs. Pennington had received only two thousand dollars in cash for her stock, while she was fully satisfied in her own mind that the amount due her husband's estate had been twenty to thirty thousand dollars. She had no other money than that received from the company, and this was not enough to support her for long; and she died two years later, poor and broken-hearted, leaving Gilbert, then a lad of twelve, to the care of an aged aunt, with whom he lived for four years, when he left home to strike out for himself.
Gilbert had often thought to hunt up Mr. Amos Bartlett, and see if something could not be done toward getting the balance of the money due his father's estate. But China was a long way off; and from some friends he learned that Mr. Bartlett had left Tien-Tsin, and gone into the interior, and that his present whereabouts was unknown. Moreover, the war in Cuba and in the Philippines had driven everything else out of his head, and he had taken matters as they had come.
"But, if I get the chance, I'm going to hunt him up," said the young lieutenant to himself. "And, if I find him, I'll make him tell me all about the doings of the Richmond Importing Company or else know the reason why. I'm bound to have that money, if there is any of it coming to me."