“Then he ought to be removed from Tien-Tsin.”
“But would that be safe? I understand every boat coming or going on the river is under fire.”
“That is true. But I think this bombardment will soon come to an end. More of our troops are arriving, and we will soon make an attack on the native city in force. Once we have cleaned out that section, I think the whole Chinese army will retreat toward Pekin.”
“I trust the relief comes soon,” put in Jennie. “This cannon-firing day after day is enough to drive one mad! And to have poor papa down sick—” Her throat choked up, and she could not go on.
Gilbert was affected, but did not dare to show it. “I am sorry. I will do what I can for you,” he murmured, and gave her a look which meant a good deal. Then he turned to the mother. “What favor did you wish of me?”
“I wanted you to ask at the consulate for a marine or two to guard the warehouse. Ever since the fire the looters have been out in force, and I am afraid that what was not burned will be stolen.”
“I will do what I can in the matter. And is that all?”
“I wished to find out about getting to Taku. If the bombardment grows worse, we cannot remain here.”
“Would you care to remove to Gordon Hall?”
“If my husband was not sick, I would go. But that would be no place for him; and the hospital would be still worse. If we could get him down the river in secret, that would be best of all.”