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For instance, as I wandered through the hills seeking my botanical specimens, I found that the chain of forts on the hills of the Quang Tong peninsula south and west of Dalny, were totally unfinished and that the Kuan Ling section of the Port Arthur and Dalny railway was not even adequately protected from capture by a hostile force.
"I helped tip over the fish-frame." Quang Po nodded. "Me t'ink so," he said. "What for you good to me?" demanded Jo. "Me Clistian," responded Quang Po with gravity, as if that one word explained everything. "Clistian must do lite." Jo looked at him. Quang lifted his heavy baskets on his pole. "Goo' by," he said. "Say Quang Po," burst out Jo, "I'm sorry! I won't bother you any more!
This contemptible and inopportune person, not having at any period of his existence perfected himself in the recognized and elegant methods of attack and defence, did not act in the manner which would assuredly have been adopted by Yin in similar circumstances, and for which Quang would have been fully prepared.
Quang, however, maintained with every manifestation of inspired assurance that Yat Huang was to be commended down to the smallest detail, inasmuch as proficiency in the use of both blunt and sharp-edged weapons, and a faculty for passing undetected through the midst of an encamped body of foemen, fitted a person for the every-day affairs of life above all other accomplishments.
By and by the Chinaman who had been tossing fish, Quang Po, sat down on the rocks. He looked at Jo for a time, and then came and glanced over Jo's shoulder, smiling. The Chinamen of the village were used to having artists come and plant their easels here and there on the rocks or at the entrance of the narrow street, and draw the village on their canvas.
Upon learning these facts, the one who stood before him became very grossly and offensively amused, and having taken from Quang everything of value which he carried among his garments, went on his way, leaving Yin's instructor to retrace his steps in unendurable dejection, as he then found that he possessed no further interest whatever in the undertaking.
In this conscientious enterprise, the painstaking Quang would doubtless have been successful, and Yin gained an assured proficiency and experience, had it not chanced that on the journey Quang encountered a labourer of low caste who was crossing the enclosed ground on his way to the rice field in which he worked.
"Ho'lah!" he said. "Ho'lah!" faintly responded Jo. Quang Po wasted no more words, but set to work. He had not much to dig with, save his tough, yellow hands and a stick, but after nearly an hour's exertion, he released Jo. "You' bones bloke?" asked Quang anxiously. "No," responded Jo, wincing. "My arm hurts, but I guess it's only a sprain." "Me cally fish to lady," explained Quang.
But Quang Po knew that once he had thought other American things strange, too. When Quang Po's niece had been taught first by such an American, great was Quang's wrath. To increase his indignation, another thing happened.
Jo was silent on the way. "I'm tired, laughing so much," he explained to the rest. He could not help remembering how kind Quang Po's voice had sounded when he said, "You draw like Melican." During the next week Jo stayed away from the fishing village. The scratches on his hand and on his cheek were all too plainly visible.
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