“China must think it has the world against it,” observed Gilbert, after the company had come to a halt and Major Morris had gone off to report to his superior.
“And so it has,” answered Captain Banner. “Civilization is going to move on; and China must move, too, or take the consequences.”
The battalion was too tired out to do anything but rest; and a cool, shady spot was found for it not far from the English legation, for it was but natural that the Americans and the English should stick together, speaking the same language. Gilbert was glad enough to throw himself down, and was soon half asleep.
“They tell me the Chinese have four mounted guns in the native quarter,” remarked Captain Banner, on returning from a short walk.
“But we have heard more than four cannon,” said Gilbert.
“Oh, they have others, on the outside. They are directing a good part of their fire over to the railroad station, and an English officer just told me that the round-house is in ruins.”
“What are we to do?”
“Nothing for the present. I suppose they will put us on the outer defences to-morrow.”
“Then we’ll see some more real fighting very soon.”
“We shall.”