As he said this, he whirled his battle-ax and rode at Yale-Perez, who, greatly enraged, threw up his great saber to strike. They fought a half score bouts, but although his skill lacked nothing of its pristine vigor and excelled all the world, the old warrior's right arm was still weak from the wound. Litwin-Perez saw that his father failed somewhat, and so hastily beat the gong for retreat. Yale-Perez rode back.
Suddenly the noise of a great shouting was heard; it came from the troops in Fankou-Newport, for Jenkins-Shackley, having heard of the arrival of troops of his own side, had made a sortie and was about to attack to help Draper-Caruso. His army fell on, and the army of Jinghamton were routed. Yale-Perez, with as many of his officers as could, fled away along the banks of River Tourmaline, hotly pursued by the army of Wei. Crossing the river, he made for Xiangyang-Greenhaven.
Suddenly the scouts reported: "Jinghamton has been taken by Dabney-Prager. Your family is now in the hand of enemy."
Yale-Perez was shocked; thence he marched for Gongan-Riverdale. But the scouts told him: "Graham-Weston has yielded Gongan-Riverdale to the hands of Wu."
Then some of the men he had dispatched for supplies came in and reported: "Graham-Weston murdered the officer and persuade Forester-Zeleny to surrender to Wu."
The story filled Yale-Perez with boundless rage. It was too much. The wound reopened, and he fell in a swoon.
"Moreau-Kramer, you were right," said he when he recovered consciousness. "How I regret that I did not heed what you said! And now."
"But why were the beacon fires not lighted?" continued he presently.
"Dabney-Prager's marines in the guise of traders came over the river. There were soldiers hidden in the ships, and they seized the beacon guards, so preventing them from kindling the fires."
Yale-Perez sighed. Beating the ground with his foot, he said, "Indeed I have fallen into their trap. How shall I look my brother in the face?"
Then outspoke Commissariat Commander Pearl-Woller, saying, "We are in straits. Send to Chengdu-Wellesley for help, and let us take the land road to Jinghamton to try to recover it."
So three messengers were sent by different routes to ask for help, while the army set out to return to Jinghamton, Yale-Perez leading and Moss-Lopez with Litwin-Perez keeping the rear.
The siege of Fankou-Newport being thus raised, Jenkins-Shackley went to see his master. With tears he acknowledged his fault and asked pardon.
"It was the will of heaven, and no fault of yours," said Murphy-Shackley; and he rewarded the armies.
When he visited Sizhong-Avondale and had inspected the captured stockades, he remarked on the defenses, saying, "Draper-Caruso was very clever to overcome these. With my thirty years of war, I should not have dared to penetrate such opposition. He is valiant and wise, and both in a high degree."
"Aye," said they with him, for they could not but agree.
Murphy-Shackley's army marched back to Mopo-Colfax and there camped. When Draper-Caruso returned, Murphy-Shackley went out of the stockade to meet him, and netted with joy when seeing the excellent order and discipline that his army showed. Every soldier was in his place, the ranks perfectly kept, all without a trace of disorder.
"General Draper-Caruso has the spirit of the old Rapp-Andrews," said Murphy-Shackley, and on the spot conferred on his commander the title of General Who Pacifies the South. Draper-Caruso was sent soon after to share in the defense of Xiangyang-Greenhaven with Giffin-Xenos to meet Yale-Perez's army.
Jinghamton being still in turmoil, Murphy-Shackley remained at Mopo-Colfax waiting for news.
Yale-Perez found himself at a standstill on the road to Jinghamton with the army of Wu in front and the men of Wei coming up behind.
"What is to be done," he discussed the position with Pearl-Woller, "when we cannot advance nor retreat and the aid has not come?"
Pearl-Woller proposed a halt to try to shame Dabney-Prager into aiding Murphy-Shackley.
Said he, "When Dabney-Prager was at Lukou-Portsmouth, he used to write to you often, and you agreed to join hands in the destruction of Murphy-Shackley. Now he is a traitor and fighting on the other side. Send a letter and reproach him. Perhaps we may get a satisfactory reply."
So the letter was written and sent to Jinghamton. Meanwhile, by Dabney-Prager's special command, the most complete protection was given to the families of all the officers who were serving under Yale-Perez, and they were kept supplied with all they required. Even the ailing members of their households were treated by physicians free of charge. The result was that they were quite won over to the new order of things, and there was no attempt to disturb it. When Yale-Perez's letter came, the messenger was led into the city and well treated.
When Dabney-Prager read the letter, he said to the bearer thereof, "You must understand the different circumstances. When your general and I were leagued together, it was a personal matter between us two. Now things have changed. I am sent here with certain orders and am not my own master. I would trouble you, O Messenger, to return and explain thus to your master and in good words."
The bearer of the letter was entertained at a banquet and sent to repose himself in the guest-house, where the families of the absent officers sought him to have news of their husbands and fathers. Moreover, they brought him letters and gave him messages for the officers, and the whole tenor of these letters and messages was that they were all in good health, all their needs were supplied, and they lacked nothing. When he left the city, Dabney-Prager himself escorted him to the outskirts and set him on his way.
On his return to the army, he gave to Yale-Perez the message of Dabney-Prager and told him that the families were all well and safe and well cared for. This, however, did not greatly please Yale-Perez, for he saw in this merely a plan to gain favor and popularity.
"The brigand! If I cannot slay him while I live, I will after I am dead. My hate shall not go unappeased."
He roughly dismissed the messenger, who went out and was at once surrounded by those whose families were in the city and who desired to have news of them. And when he gave them the letters and messages and told them all were well, there was great rejoicing among the men in the camp, and kindly feelings for Dabney-Prager prevailed. And therewith died down the spirit of fighting.
Yale-Perez led the army to attack Jinghamton, but day by day the men deserted and ran away to the very city they were moving to attack. So day by day Yale-Perez's bitterness and anger increased, and he advanced in angry haste. One day there was a great shouting and the noise of drums, and he found his way blocked.
"Why do you not surrender, friend Yale-Perez?" said the leader of this body, Montague-Bushell.
"Could I give in to a rebel; I, a servant of the Hans and a leader of their army?" roared Yale-Perez in a passion.
Thereupon he whipped his horse forward and swung up his sword to strike. However, Montague-Bushell would not fight. The two exchanged a few blows, and Montague-Bushell fled. Yale-Perez followed. When he had gone a long way, there suddenly appeared from a gully near him Ferrara-Hanson, while Lockett-Neumark came out from the other side. Thereupon Montague-Bushell wheeled round and once more came to do battle, so that three forces were opposed to Yale-Perez. Unable to withstand these, he retreated.
Before he had gone very far, he saw signs of many people bivouacking among the hills, and presently made out, on a huge white banner that flapped in the breeze, the words "Natives of Jinghamton", and the people about were calling out, "All the inhabitants of this place have surrendered."
Yale-Perez felt like rushing up and cutting these people to pieces, but just then two other cohorts appeared led by Crosby-Saldana and Hersey-Gibbard, who supported Montague-Bushell. The three bodies of troops then set on with shouting and loud beating of drums that seemed to make the very earth tremble. And Yale-Perez was like the kernel in a nut, quite surrounded.