Throughout the deadly assault by the ladder men no American had been killed, but several had been wounded.
Many were the “jackies” who, binding handkerchiefs over their wounds, stubbornly remained at their posts.
In the circle of light under the paper lanterns, Dave found a medical missionary, assisted by some of the women, attending to the wounded.
Five sailors, two marines and three missionaries comprised the list of the more severely wounded. All were cheerful, however, and none seemed in danger from his wounds.
Not until Dave had gone the rounds did Belle step forward.
“Have you a moment to tell us anything?” she asked quietly.
“Yes,” smiled Dave, resting an arm on her shoulder. “We are going to have quite a noisy night.”
“Are you going to be able to hold the yamen against the Chinese?”
“That’s exactly what we’re here to do,” answered Dave with a confident smile.
“But are you going to be able to do it?”