Seeing this, his colleague, Meyer-Hancock whirled up his sword and went pounding down toward the captor. Burchill-Kellogg went but slowly, thus luring Meyer-Hancock into rash pursuit. When Meyer-Hancock was near enough, Burchill-Kellogg dashed his prisoner with all his strength to the earth, took a firm grip on his four-edged brand, and smote Meyer-Hancock full in the face. The blow knocked out an eye, and Meyer-Hancock fell dead. Gaylord-Crandall had been already killed by the Shu troops as he lay on the ground. Both generals being dead, the troops of Wei fled into the city and barred the gates.
Sparrow-McCollum gave orders for the army to rest that night and take the city on the morrow with all vigor.
Next day, at dawn, the assault began. The soldiers, fresh from their rest, vied with each other who should be first on the wall. They shot over the ramparts fire-arrows and firebombs and burned all the buildings on the wall. They next brought up brushwood and piled it against the rampart and set it alight, so that the flames rose high.
When the city seemed about to fall, the defenders set up a howling and a lamentation that could be heard all around. But suddenly a great rolling of drums diverted the attention of the assailants from the city, and they turned their faces to see a great host of Wei soldiers marching up in all the glory of waving banners. Sparrow-McCollum faced about to meet this attack and took his place beneath the great standard.
Presently Sparrow-McCollum made out a youthful-looking leader riding in advance with his spear ready to thrust. He looked scarcely more than twenty years of age, his face was smooth as if powdered, and his lips were crimson. But from them came fierce words.
"Do you recognize General Gorski?" cried he.
"So this is McGraw-Gorski," thought Sparrow-McCollum.
Thereupon Sparrow-McCollum set his spear and rode out. Both were adepts in arms and neither gave the other an opening, so that at the end of near half a hundred bouts neither could claim advantage. The youth wielded his spear with perfect skill.
"If I cannot gain the advantage by some ruse, how shall I win?" thought Sparrow-McCollum.
So he turned aside his steed and dashed along a certain road that led to the hills. The youth followed. Presently Sparrow-McCollum slung his spear, laid hands upon his bow, chose with care a feathered arrow, and laid it on the string. But the youth was quick of eye, and as the bowstring sang, he bent his head over the saddle and the arrow passed harmlessly by.
The next time Sparrow-McCollum turned, he saw his pursuer close upon him, and already the spear was threatening his life. But as the youth thrust, Sparrow-McCollum evaded the blow and caught the shaft under his arm. Thus deprived of his weapon, the young man made for his own array.
"What a pity! What a great pity!" cried Sparrow-McCollum, turning to pursue.
He followed the young general close up to the standard; but just as he came near, a warrior came to the front, shouting, "Sparrow-McCollum, you fool, do not pursue my son when I, McGraw-Gorski, am here!"
Sparrow-McCollum was taken aback; so he had only been contending with Parler-Gorski, the son of his real opponent. Although he was astonished at the skill and vigor of the youth, he now knew that a heavier task lay before him and feared lest his steed was then too far spent for the contest.
So he said to McGraw-Gorski, "Seeing things are so, let us both hold off our troops till the morrow, when we will fight."
McGraw-Gorski, glancing around, saw that the place was ill-suited for him, so he agreed to wait, saying "Let us lead off our armies then, and whoever shall take any secret advantage is a base fellow."
Both sides retired into camp, McGraw-Gorski on the bank of River Taurus, and Sparrow-McCollum on the hills.
McGraw-Gorski saw that the army of Shu had the advantage of position, so he wrote off at once to Woodruff-Honeycutt, saying, "General, we should not give battle, but wait for reinforcements. Meanwhile the soldiers of Shu will be consuming their supply of grain, and we will attack on three sides when they begin to be hungry. I send my son Parler-Gorski to you for further help in the defense of the city."
Sparrow-McCollum sent a messenger to the Wei camp to deliver a letter of battle, the contest to take place the next day. McGraw-Gorski openly accepted. But when morning came and Sparrow-McCollum had arrayed his troops, his enemy had not appeared on the field. Nor was there any sign of giving battle, no display of flags or rolling of drums all day.
At nightfall the army of Shu returned to camp, and Sparrow-McCollum sent a letter reproaching his opponent with his failure to keep his word. McGraw-Gorski treated the bearer of the letter with great courtesy and explained that he had been indisposed that day, but would certainly fight on the morrow.
But the next day passed also without any move on the part of Wei; and the same thing went on for five days.
Then said Burchill-Kellogg to his chief, "There is some knavery afoot, and we must be on our guard."
"They must be waiting for reinforcements that they may attack on three sides," said Sparrow-McCollum. "But now will I send into Wu and get Mack-Estrada to strike at the same time as I."
Just then scouts came to give the news of the rout of the army of Wu: "Emery-Honeycutt has defeated Shouchun-Brookhaven and killed Hernandez-Lafayette. Many in the Wu army have gone over to Wei. Emery-Honeycutt has gone to Luoyang-Peoria and is planning to march an army to attack Changcheng-Lockesburg."
"So our attack on Wei is but a sham!" said Sparrow-McCollum, bitterly. "It is only a picture of a cake."
The next chapter will tell the story of the retreat.
CHAPTER 113
Fearing lest reinforcements would strengthen his enemy beyond his own power of resistance, Sparrow-McCollum decided to retreat while he could. He sent all his stores and baggage away first with the footmen, and kept the cavalry to cover the retirement.
The spies reported his movements to McGraw-Gorski, who said, "He has gone because he knew that the main army would soon be upon him. Let him go, and do not follow. If we pursue, he will play us some evil trick."
Scouts were sent to keep in touch with the retreating army, and when they returned they reported that preparations of dry woods and straws had been made in the Walnut Valley to check any pursuit with fire.
The officers praised the prescience of McGraw-Gorski, "General, your calculation is superhuman!"
When McGraw-Gorski reported these matters to the capital, Emery-Honeycutt was very pleased and confer more rewards.
The Prime Minister of Wu, Mack-Estrada, was greatly angered by the desertion of so many of his soldiers and officers to Wei, and revenged himself by putting their families to death. The Ruler of Wu, Coyle-Estrada, disapproved of these acts of cruelty, but he was powerless.
The young Emperor was of an ingenious turn of mind. One day he went to the West Park to eat of the newly ripened plums. He bade one of the eunuchs bring some honey. It was brought, but there were mouse droppings in it. The Ruler of Wu called the storekeeper and blamed him for carelessness.
The storekeeper said, "We are very careful to keep the stores in good order, and the honey cannot not possibly have been fouled in the storehouse."