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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: In Clive's Command</p> +<p> A Story of the Fight for India</p> +<p>Author: Herbert Strang</p> +<p>Release Date: July 29, 2005 [eBook #16382]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK IN CLIVE'S COMMAND***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3>E-text prepared by Martin Robb</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h1>In Clive's Command</h1> +<h2>A Story of the Fight for India</h2> +<h2>by Herbert Strang</h2> +<p> </p> +<hr /> +<p> </p> +<table align="center" cellpadding="5" summary="Table of Contents"> +<caption>Contents</caption> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"></td> +<td class="rtoc"><a href="#Preface">Preface</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch1">Chapter 1</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which the Court Leet of Market Drayton +entertains Colonel Robert Clive; and our hero makes an +acquaintance.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch2">Chapter 2</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which our hero overhears a conversation; and, +meeting with the unexpected, is none the less surprised and +offended.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch3">Chapter 3</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which Mr. Marmaduke Diggle talks of the Golden +East; and our hero interrupts an interview, and dreams dreams.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch4">Chapter 4</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which blows are exchanged; and our hero, +setting forth upon his travels, scents an adventure.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch5">Chapter 5</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which Job Grinsell explains; and three visitors +come by night to the Four Alls.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch6">Chapter 6</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which the reader becomes acquainted with +William Bulger and other sailor men; and our hero as a squire of +dames acquits himself with credit.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch7">Chapter 7</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which Colonel Clive suffers an unrecorded +defeat; and our hero finds food for reflection.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch8">Chapter 8</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which several weeks are supposed to elapse; and +our hero is discovered in the Doldrums.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch9">Chapter 9</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which the Good Intent makes a running fight: +Mr. Toley makes a suggestion.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch10">Chapter 10</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which our hero arrives in the Golden East, and +Mr. Diggle presents him to a native prince.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch11">Chapter 11</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which the Babu tells the story of King +Vikramaditya; and the discerning reader may find more than appears +on the surface.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch12">Chapter 12</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which our hero is offered freedom at the price +of honor; and Mr. Diggle finds that others can quote Latin on +occasion.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch13">Chapter 13</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which Mr. Diggle illustrates his argument; and +there are strange doings in Gheria harbor.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch14">Chapter 14</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which seven bold men light a big bonfire; and +the Pirate finds our hero a bad bargain.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch15">Chapter 15</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which our hero weathers a storm; and prepares +for squalls.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch16">Chapter 16</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which a mutiny is quelled in a minute; and our +Babu proves himself a man of war.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch17">Chapter 17</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which our hero finds himself among friends; and +Colonel Clive prepares to astonish Angria.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch18">Chapter 18</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which Angria is astonished; and our hero begins +to pay off old scores.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch19">Chapter 19</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which the scene changes; the dramatis personae +remaining the same.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch20">Chapter 20</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which there are recognitions and explanations; +and our hero meets one Coja Solomon, of Cossimbazar.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch21">Chapter 21</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which Coja Solomon finds dishonesty the worse +policy; and a journey down the Hugli little to his liking.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch22">Chapter 22</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which is given a full, true, and particular +account of the Battle of the Carts.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch23">Chapter 23</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which there are many moving events; and our +hero finds himself a cadet of John Company.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch24">Chapter 24</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which the danger of judging by appearance is +notably exemplified.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch25">Chapter 25</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which our hero embarks on a hazardous mission; +and Monsieur Sinfray's khansaman makes a confession.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch26">Chapter 26</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which presence of mind is shown to be next best +to absence of body.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch27">Chapter 27</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which an officer of the Nawab disappears; and +Bulger reappears.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch28">Chapter 28</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which Captain Barker has cause to rue the day +when he met Mr. Diggle; and our hero continues to wipe off old +scores.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch29">Chapter 29</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which our hero does not win the Battle of +Plassey: but, where all do well, gains as much glory as the +rest.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch30">Chapter 30</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which Coja Solomon reappears: and gives our +hero valuable information.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch31">Chapter 31</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which friends meet, and part: and our hero +hints a proposal.</td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td class="ltoc" valign="top"><a href="#Ch32">Chapter 32</a>:</td> +<td class="rtoc">In which the curtain falls to the sound of wedding +bells: and our hero comes to his own.</td> +</tr> +</table> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h2><a name="Preface" id="Preface">Preface</a></h2> +<p>I have not attempted in this story to give a full account of the +career of Lord Clive. That has been done by my old friend, Mr. +Henty, in "With Clive in India." It has always seemed to me that a +single book provides too narrow a canvas for the display of a life +so full and varied as Clive's, and that a work of fiction is bound +to suffer, structurally and in detail, from the compression of the +events of a lifetime within so restricted a space. I have therefore +chosen two outstanding events in the history of India--the capture +of Gheria and the battle of Plassey--and have made them the pivot +of a personal story of adventure. The whole action of the present +work is comprised in the years from 1754 to 1757.</p> +<p>But while this book is thus rather a romance with a background +of history than an historical biography with an admixture of +fiction, the reader may be assured that the information its pages +contain is accurate. I have drawn freely upon the standard +authorities: Orme, Ives, Grose, the lives of Clive by Malcolm and +Colonel Malleson, and many other works; in particular the +monumental volumes by Mr. S.C. Hill recently published, "Bengal in +1756-7," which give a very full, careful and clear account of that +notable year, with a mass of most useful and interesting documents. +The maps of Bengal, Fort William and Plassey are taken from Mr. +Hill's work by kind permission of the Secretary of State for India. +I have to thank also Mr. T. P. Marshall, of Newport, for some +valuable notes on the history and topography of Market Drayton.</p> +<p>For several years I myself lived within a stone's throw of the +scene of the tragedy of the Black Hole; and though at that time I +had no intention of writing a story for boys, I hope that the +impressions of Indian life, character and scenery then gained have +helped to create an atmosphere and to give reality to my picture. +History is more than a mere record of events; and I shall be +satisfied if the reader gets from these pages an idea, however +imperfect, of the conditions of life under which all empire +builders labored in India a hundred and fifty years ago.</p> +<p>Herbert Strang</p> +<h2><a name="Ch1" id="Ch1">Chapter 1</a>: In which the Court Leet +of Market Drayton entertains Colonel Robert Clive; and our hero +makes an acquaintance.</h2> +<p>One fine autumn evening, in the year 1754, a country cart jogged +eastwards into Market Drayton at the heels of a thick-set, +shaggy-fetlocked and broken-winded cob. The low tilt, worn and ill +fitting, swayed widely with the motion, scarcely avoiding the hats +of the two men who sat side by side on the front seat, and who, to +a person watching their approach, would have appeared as dark +figures in a tottering archway, against a background of crimson +sky.</p> +<p>As the vehicle jolted through Shropshire Street, the creakings +of its unsteady wheels mingled with a deep humming, as of +innumerable bees, proceeding from the heart of the town. Turning +the corner by the butchers' bulks into the High Street, the cart +came to an abrupt stop. In front, from the corn market, a large +wooden structure in the center of the street, to the Talbot Inn, +stretched a dense mass of people; partly townfolk, as might be +discerned by their dress, partly country folk who, having come in +from outlying villages to market, had presumably been kept in the +town by their curiosity or the fair weather.</p> +<p>"We'n better goo round about, Measter," said the driver, to the +passenger at his side. "Summat's afoot down yander."</p> +<p>"You're a wise man, to be sure. Something's afoot, as you truly +say. And, being troubled from my youth up with an inquiring nose, +I'll e'en step forward and smell out the occasion. Do you bide +here, my Jehu, till I come back."</p> +<p>"Why, I will, then, Measter, but my name binna Jehu. 'Tis plain +Tummus."</p> +<p>"You don't say so! Now I come to think of it, it suits you +better than Jehu, for the Son of Nimshi drove furiously. Well, +Tummus, I will not keep you long; this troublesome nose of mine, I +dare say, will soon be satisfied."</p> +<p>By this time he had slipped down from his seat, and was walking +toward the throng. Now that he was upon his feet, he showed himself +to be more than common tall, spare and loose jointed. His face was +lean and swarthy, his eyes black and restless; his well-cut lips +even now wore the same smile as when he mischievously misnamed his +driver. Though he wore the usual dress of the Englishman of his +day--frock, knee breeches and buckle shoes, none of them in their +first youth--there was a something outlandish about him, in the +bright yellow of his neckcloth and the red feather stuck at a +jaunty angle into the ribbon of his hat; and Tummus, as he looked +curiously after his strange passenger, shook his head and bit the +straw in his mouth, and muttered:</p> +<p>"Ay, it binna on'y the nose, 't binna on'y the nose, with his +Jehus an' such."</p> +<p>Meanwhile the man strode rapidly along, reached the fringe of +the crowd, and appeared to make his way through its mass without +difficulty, perhaps by reason of his commanding height, possibly by +the aforesaid quaintness of his aspect, and the smile which forbade +any one to regard him as an aggressor. He went steadily on until he +came opposite to the Talbot Inn. At that moment a stillness fell +upon the crowd; every voice was hushed; every head was craned +towards the open windows of the inn's assembly room.</p> +<p>Gazing with the rest, the stranger saw a long table glittering +under the soft radiance of many candles and surrounded by a +numerous company--fat and thin, old and young, red-faced and pale, +gentle and simple. At the end farthest from the street one figure +stood erect--a short, round, rubicund little man, wearing a gown of +rusty black, one thumb stuck into his vest, and a rosy benignity in +the glance with which he scanned the table. He threw back his head, +cleared his tight throat sonorously, and began, in tones perhaps +best described as treacly, to address the seated company, with an +intention also towards the larger audience without.</p> +<p>"Now, neebors all, we be trim and cozy in our insides, and 'tis +time fur me to say summat. I be proud, that I be, as it falls to +me, bein' bailiff o' this town, to axe ya all to drink the good +health of our honored townsman an guest. I ha' lived hereabout, boy +an' man, fur a matter o' fifty year, an' if so be I lived fifty +more I couldna be a prouder man than I bin this night. Boy an' man, +says I? Ay, I knowed our guest when he were no more'n table high. +Well I mind him, that I do, comin' by this very street to school; +ay, an' he minds me too, I warrant.</p> +<p>"I see him now, I do, skippin' along street fresh an' +nimblelike, his eyne chock full o' mischief lookin' round fur to +see some poor soul to play a prank on. It do feel strange-like to +have him a-sittin' by my elbow today. Many's the tale I could tell +o' his doin' an' our sufferin'. Why, I mind a poor lump of a +'prentice as I wunst had, a loon as never could raise a keek: poor +soul, he bin underground this many year. Well, as I were sayin', +this 'prentice o' mine were allers bein' baited by the boys o' the +grammar school. I done my best for him, spoke them boys fair an' +soft, but, bless ya, 'twas no good; they baited him worse'n ever. +So one day I used my stick to um. Next mornin' I was down in my +bake hus, makin' my batch ready fur oven, when, oothout a word o' +warnin', up comes my two feet behind, down I goes head fust into my +flour barrel, and them young--hem! the clergy be present--them +youngsters dancin' round me like forty mad merry andrews at a +fair."</p> +<p>A roar of laughter greeted the anecdote.</p> +<p>"Ay, neebors," resumed the bailiff, "we can laugh now, you an' +me, but theer's many on ya could tell o' your own mishappenin's if +ya had a mind to 't. As fur me, I bided my time. One day I cotched +the leader o' them boys nigh corn market, an' I laid him across the +badgerin' stone and walloped him nineteen--twenty--hee! hee! D'ya +mind that, General?"</p> +<p>He turned to the guest at his right hand, who sat with but the +glimmer of a smile, crumbling one of Bailiff Malkin's rolls on the +tablecloth.</p> +<p>"But theer," continued the speaker, "that be nigh twenty year +ago, an' the shape o' my strap binna theer now, I warrant. Three +skins ha' growed since then--hee! hee! Who'd ha' thought, neebors, +as that young limb as plagued our very lives out 'ud ha' bin here +today, a general, an' a great man, an' a credit to his town an' +country? Us all thought as he'd bring his poor feyther's gray hairs +in sorrow to the grave. An' when I heerd as he'd bin shipped off to +the Injies--well, thinks I, that bin the last we'll hear o' Bob +Clive.</p> +<p>"But, bless ya! all eggs binna addled. General Clive +here--'twere the Injun sun what hatched he, an' binna he, I axe ya, +a rare young fightin' cock? Ay, and a good breed, too. A hunnerd +year ago theer was a Bob Clive as med all our grandfeythers quake +in mortal fear, a terrible man o' war was he. They wanted to put 'n +into po'try an' the church sarvice.</p> +<pre> +"'From Wem and from Wyche +An' from Clive o' the Styche, +Good Lord, deliver us.' +</pre> +<p>"That's what they thought o' the Bob Clive o' long ago. Well, +this Bob Clive now a-sittin' at my elbow be just as desp'rate a +fighter, an' thankful let us all be, neebors, as he does his +fightin' wi' the black-faced Injuns an' the black-hearted French, +an' not the peaceful bide-at-homes o' Market Drayton."</p> +<p>The little bailiff paused to moisten his lips. From his audience +arose feeling murmurs of approval.</p> +<p>"Ya known what General Clive ha' done," he resumed. "'Twas all +read out o' prent by the crier in corn market. An' the grand folks +in Lun'on ha' give him a gowd sword, an' he bin hob-a-nob wi' King +Jarge hisself. An' us folks o' Market Drayton take it proud, we do, +as he be come to see us afore he goes back to his duty.</p> +<p>"Theer's a example fur you boys. Theer be limbs o' mischief in +Market Drayton yet.</p> +<p>"Ay, I see tha' 'Lijah Notcutt, a-hangin' on to winder theer. I +know who wringed the neck o' Widder Peplow's turkey.</p> +<p>"An' I see tha' too, 'Zekiel Podmore; I know who broke the +handle o' town pump. If I cotch ya at your tricks I'll leather ya +fust an' clap ya in the stocks afterwards, sure as my name be +Randle Malkin.</p> +<p>"But as I wan sayin', if ya foller th' example o' General Clive, +an' turn yer young sperits into the lawful way--why, mebbe there be +gowd swords an' mints o' money somewheers fur ya too.</p> +<p>"Well now, I bin talkin' long enough, an' to tell ya the truth, +I be dry as a whistle, so I'll axe ya all to lift yer glasses, +neebors, an' drink the good health o' General Clive. So theer!"</p> +<p>As the worthy bailiff concluded his speech, the company primed +their glasses, rose and drank the toast with enthusiasm. Lusty +cheers broke from the drier throats outside; caps were waved, +rattles whirled, kettles beaten with a vigor that could not have +been exceeded if the general loyalty had been stirred by the +presence of King George himself.</p> +<p>Only one man in the crowd held his peace. The stranger remained +opposite the window, silent, motionless, looking now into the room, +now round upon the throng, with the same smile of whimsical +amusement. Only once did his manner change; the smile faded, his +lips met in a straight line, and he made a slight rearward +movement, seeming at the same moment to lose something of his +height.</p> +<p>It was when the guest of the evening stood up to reply: a young +man, looking somewhat older than his twenty-nine years, his +powdered hair crowning a strong face; with keen, deep-set eyes, +full lips and masterful chin. He wore a belaced purple coat; a +crimson sash crossed his embroidered vest; a diamond flashed upon +his finger. Letting his eyes range slowly over the flushed faces of +the diners, he waited until the bailiff had waved down the untiring +applauders without; then, in a clear voice, began:</p> +<p>"Bailiff Malkin, my old friends--"</p> +<p>But his speech was broken in upon by a sudden commotion in the +street. Loud cries of a different tenor arose at various points; +the boys who had been hanging upon the window ledge dropped to the +ground; the crowd surged this way and that, and above the mingled +clamor sounded a wild and fearful squeal that drew many of the +company to their feet and several in alarm to the window.</p> +<p>Among these the bailiff, now red with anger, shook his fist at +the people and demanded the meaning of the disturbance. A small +boy, his eyes round with excitement, piped up:</p> +<p>"An't please yer worship, 'tis a wild Injun come from nowheer +an' doin' all manner o' wickedness."</p> +<p>"A wild Injun! Cotch him! Ring the 'larum bell! Put him in the +stocks!"</p> +<p>But the bailiff's commands passed unheeded. The people were +thronging up the street, elbowing each other, treading on each +other's toes, yelling, booing, forgetful of all save the strange +coincidence that, on this evening of all others, the banquet in +honor of Clive, the Indian hero, had been interrupted by the sudden +appearance of a live Indian in their very midst.</p> +<p>A curious change had come over the demeanor of the stranger, who +hitherto had been so silent, so detached in manner, so unmoved. He +was now to be seen energetically forcing his way toward the +outskirts of the crowd, heaving, hurling, his long arms sweeping +obstacles aside. His eyes flashed fire upon the yokels skurrying +before him, a vitriolic stream of abuse scorched their faces as he +bore them down.</p> +<p>At length he stopped suddenly, caught a hulking farmer by the +shoulder, and, with a violent twist and jerk, flung him headlong +among his fellows. Released from the man's grasp, a small negro +boy, his eyes starting, his breast heaving with terror, sprang to +the side of his deliverer, who soothingly patted his woolly head, +and turned at bay upon the crowd, now again pressing near.</p> +<p>"Back, you boobies!" he shouted. "'Tis my boy! If a man of you +follows me, I'll break his head for him."</p> +<p>He turned and, clasping the black boy's hand close in his, +strode away towards the waiting cart. The crowd stood in +hesitation, daunted by the tall stranger's fierce mien. But one +came out from among them, a slim boy of some fifteen years, who had +followed at the heels of the stranger and had indeed assisted his +progress. The rest, disappointed of their Indian hunt, were now +moving back towards the inn; but the boy hastened on. Hearing his +quick footsteps, the man swung around with a snarl.</p> +<p>"I hope the boy isn't hurt," said the lad quietly. "Can I do +anything for you?"</p> +<p>The stranger looked keenly at him; then, recognizing by his mien +and voice that this at least was no booby, he smiled; the +truculence of his manner vanished, and he said:</p> +<p>"Your question is pat, my excellent friend, and I thank you for +your goodwill. As you perceive, my withers are not wrung."</p> +<p>He waved his right hand airily, and the boy noticed that it was +covered from wrist to knuckles with what appeared to be a +fingerless glove of black velvet.</p> +<p>"The boy has taken no harm. <i>Hic niger est</i>, as Horace +somewhere hath it; and black spells Indian to your too hasty +friends yonder. Scipio is his praenomen, bestowed on him by me to +match the cognomen his already by nature--Africanus, to wit. You +take me, kind sir? But I detain you; your ears doubtless itch for +the eloquence of our condescending friend yonder; without more ado +then, good night!"</p> +<p>And turning on his heel, waving his gloved hand in salutation, +the stranger went his way. The lad watched him wonderingly. For all +his shabbiness he appeared a gentleman. His speech was clean cut, +his accent pure; yet in his tone, as in his dress, there was +something unusual, a touch of the theatrical, strange to that old +sleepy town.</p> +<p>He hoisted the negro into the cart, then mounted to his place +beside the driver, and the vehicle rumbled away.</p> +<p>Retracing his steps, the boy once more joined the crowd, and +wormed his way through its now silent ranks until he came within +sight of the assembly room. But if he had wished to hear Clive's +speech of thanks, he was too late. As he arrived, applause greeted +the hero's final words, and he resumed his seat. To the speeches +that followed, no heed was paid by the populace; words from the +vicar and the local attorney had no novelty for them. But they +waited, gossiping among themselves, until the festivity was over +and the party broke up.</p> +<p>More shouts arose as the great man appeared at the inn door. +Horses were there in waiting; a hundred hands were ready to hold +the stirrup for Clive; but he mounted unassisted and rode off in +company with Sir Philip Chetwode, a neighboring squire whose guest +he was. When the principal figure had gone, the throng rapidly +melted away, and soon the street had resumed its normal quiet.</p> +<p>The boy was among the last to quit the scene. Walking slowly +down the road, he overtook a bent old man in the smock of a farm +laborer, trudging along alone.</p> +<p>"Hey, Measter Desmond," said the old man, "I feels for tha, that +I do. I seed yer brother theer, eatin' an' drinkin' along wi' the +noble general, an' thinks I, 'tis hard on them as ha' to look on, +wi' mouths a-waterin' fur the vittles an' drink. But theer, I'd be +afeard to set lips to some o' them kickshawses as goes down into +the nattlens o' high folk, an', all said an' done, a man canna be +more'n full, even so it bin wi' nowt but turmuts an' Cheshire +cheese.</p> +<p>"Well, sir, 'tis fine to be an elder son, that's true, an' dunna +ye take on about it. You bin on'y a lad, after all, pardon my bold +way o' speakin', an' mebbe when you come to man's estate, why, +theer'll be a knife an' fork fur you too, though I doubt we'll +never see General Clive in these parts no moore. Here be my +turnin'; good night to ya, sir."</p> +<p>"Good night, Dickon."</p> +<p>And Desmond Burke passed on alone, out of the silent town, into +the now darkening road that led to his home towards +Cheswardine.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch2" id="Ch2">Chapter 2</a>: In which our hero +overhears a conversation; and, meeting with the unexpected, is none +the less surprised and offended.</h2> +<p>Desmond's pace became slower when, having crossed the valley, he +began the long ascent that led past the site of Tyrley Castle. But +when he again reached a stretch of level road he stepped out more +briskly, for the darkness of the autumn night was moment by moment +contracting the horizon, and he had still several miles to go on +the unlighted road. Even as the thought of his dark walk crossed +his mind he caught sight of the one light that served as a +never-failing beacon to night travelers along that highway. It came +from the windows of a wayside inn, a common place of call for +farmers wending to or from Drayton Market, and one whose curious +sign Desmond had many times studied with a small boy's +interest.</p> +<p>The inn was named the "Four Alls": its sign, a crude painting of +a table and four seated figures, a king, a parson, a soldier, and a +farmer. Beneath the group, in a rough scrawl, were the words--</p> +<pre> +Rule all: Pray all: +Fight all: Pay all. +</pre> +<p>As Desmond drew nearer to the inn, there came to him along the +silent road the sound of singing. This was somewhat unusual at such +an hour, for folk went early to bed, and the inn was too far from +the town to have attracted waifs and strays from the crowd. What +was still more unusual, the tones were not the rough, forced, +vagrant tones of tipsy farmers; they were of a single voice, light, +musical, and true. Desmond's curiosity was flicked, and he hastened +his step, guessing from the clearness of the sound that the windows +were open and the singer in full view.</p> +<p>The singing ceased abruptly just as he reached the inn. But the +windows stood indeed wide open, and from the safe darkness of the +road he could see clearly, by the light of four candles on the high +mantel shelf, the whole interior of the inn parlor. It held four +persons. One lay back in a chair near the fire, his legs +outstretched, his chin on his breast, his open lips shaking as he +snored. It was Tummus Biles, the tranter, who had driven a tall +stranger from Chester to the present spot, and whose indignation at +being miscalled Jehu had only been appeased by a quart of strong +ale. On the other side of the fireplace, curled up on a settle, and +also asleep, lay the black boy, Scipio Africanus. Desmond noted +these two figures in passing; his gaze fastened upon the remaining +two, who sat at a corner of the table, a tankard in front of +each.</p> +<p>One of the two was Job Grinsell, landlord of the inn, a man with +a red nose, loose mouth, and shifty eyes--not a pleasant fellow to +look at, and regarded vaguely as a bad character. He had once been +head gamekeeper to Sir Willoughby Stokes, the squire, whose service +he had left suddenly and in manifest disgrace. His companion was +the stranger, the negro boy's master, the man whose odd appearance +and manner of talk had already set Desmond's curiosity a-buzzing. +It was clear that he must be the singer, for Job Grinsell had a +voice like a saw, and Tummus Biles knew no music save the squeak of +his cartwheels. It surprised Desmond to find the stranger already +on the most friendly, to all appearance, indeed, confidential terms +with the landlord.</p> +<p>"Hale, did you say?" he heard Grinsell ask. "Ay, hale as you an' +me, an' like to last another twenty year, rot him."</p> +<p>"But the gout takes him, you said--<i>nodosa podagra</i>, as my +friend Ovid would say?"</p> +<p>"Ay, but I've knowed a man live forty year win the gout. And he +dunna believe in doctor's dosin'; he goes to Buxton to drink the +weeters when he bin madded wi' the pain, an' comes back sound fur +six month."</p> +<p>"Restored to his dear neighbors and friends--<i>caris +propinquis</i>--"</p> +<p>"Hang me, but I wish you'd speak plain English an' not pepper +your talk win outlandish jabber."</p> +<p>"Patience, Job; why, man, you belie your name. Come, you must +humor an old friend; that's what comes of education, you see; my +head is stuffed with odds and ends that annoy my friends, while you +can't read, nor write, nor cipher beyond keeping your score. Lucky +Job!"</p> +<p>Desmond turned away. The two men's conversation was none of his +business; and he suspected from the stranger's manner that he had +been drinking freely. He had stepped barely a dozen paces when he +heard the voice again break into song. He halted and wheeled about; +the tune was catching, and now he distinguished some of the +words--</p> +<pre> +Says Billy Norris, Masulipatam, +To Governor Pitt: "D'ye know who I am, +D'ye know who I am, I AM, I AM? +Sir William Norris, Masulipatam." +Says Governor Pitt, Fort George, Madras: +"I know what you are--" +</pre> +<p>Again the song broke off; the singer addressed a question to +Grinsell. Desmond waited a moment; he felt an odd eagerness to know +what Governor Pitt was; but hearing now only the drone of talking, +he once more turned his face homeward. His curiosity was livelier +than ever as to the identity of this newcomer, who addressed the +landlord as he might his own familiar friend.</p> +<p>And what had the stranger to do with Sir Willoughby Stokes? For +it was Sir Willoughby that suffered from the gout; he it was that +went every autumn and spring to Buxton; he was away at this present +time, but would shortly return to receive his Michaelmas rents. The +stranger had not the air of a husbandman; but there was a vacant +farm on the estate; perhaps he had come to offer himself as a +tenant.</p> +<p>And why did he wear that half glove upon his right hand? Finger +stalls, wrist straps, even mittens were common enough, useful, and +necessary at times; but the stranger's glove was not a mitten, and +it had no fellow for the left hand. Perhaps, thought Desmond, it +was a freak of the wearer's, on a par with his red feather and his +vivid neckcloth. Desmond, as he walked on, found himself hoping +that the visitor at the Four Alls would remain for a day or +two.</p> +<p>After passing through the sleeping hamlet of Woods Eaves, he +struck into a road on his left hand. Twenty minutes' steady +plodding uphill brought him in sight of his home--a large, ancient, +rambling grange house lying back from the road. It was now nearly +ten o'clock, an hour when the household was usually abed; but the +door of Wilcote Grange stood open, and a guarded candle in the hall +threw a faint yellow light upon the path. The gravel crunched under +Desmond's boots, and, as if summoned by the sound, a tall figure +crossed the hall and stood in the entrance. At the sight Desmond's +mouth set hard; his hands clenched; his breath came more quickly as +he went forward.</p> +<p>"Where have you been, sirrah?" were the angry words that greeted +him.</p> +<p>"Into the town, sir," returned Desmond.</p> +<p>He had perforce to halt, the doorway being barred by the man's +broad form.</p> +<p>"Into the town? You defy me, do you? Did I not bid you remain at +home and make up the stock book?"</p> +<p>"I did that before I left."</p> +<p>"You did, did you? I lay my life 'tis ill done. What did you in +the town this time o' night?"</p> +<p>"I went to see General Clive."</p> +<p>"Indeed! You! Hang me, what's Clive to you? Was you invited to +the regale? You was one of that stinking crowd, I suppose, that +bawled in the street. You go and herd with knaves and yokels, do +you? and bring shame upon me, and set the countryside a-chattering +of Richard Burke and his idle young oaf of a brother! By gad, sir, +I'll whip you for this; I'll give you something to remember General +Clive by!"</p> +<p>He caught up a riding whip that stood in the angle of the +doorway, and took Desmond by the shoulder. The boy did not +flinch.</p> +<p>"Whip me if you must," he said quietly, "but don't you think +we'd better go outside?"</p> +<p>The elder, with an imprecation, thrust Desmond into the open, +hauled him some distance down the path, and then beat him heavily +about the shoulders. He stood a foot higher, his arm was strong, +his grip firm as a vise; resistance would have been vain; but +Desmond knew better than to resist. He bent to the cruel blows +without a wince or a murmur. Only, his face was very pale when, the +bully's arm being tired and his breath spent, he was flung away and +permitted to stagger to the house. He crawled painfully up the +wainscoted staircase and into the dark corridor leading to his +bedroom. Halfway down this he paused, felt with his hand along the +wall, and, discovering by this means that a door was ajar, stood +listening.</p> +<p>"Is that you, Desmond?" said a low voice within.</p> +<p>"Yes, mother," he replied, commanding his voice, and quietly +entering. "I hoped you were asleep."</p> +<p>"I could not sleep until you came in, dear. I heard Dick's +voice. What is the matter? Your hand is trembling, Desmond."</p> +<p>"Nothing, mother, as usual."</p> +<p>A mother's ears are quick; and Mrs. Burke detected the quiver +that Desmond tried to still. She tightened her clasp on his hot +hand.</p> +<p>"Did he strike you, dear?"</p> +<p>"It was nothing, mother. I am used to that."</p> +<p>"My poor boy! But what angered him? Why do you offend your +brother?"</p> +<p>"Offend him!" exclaimed the boy passionately, but still in a low +tone. "Everything I do offends him. I went to see General Clive; I +wished to; that is enough for Dick. Mother, I am sick of it +all."</p> +<p>"Never mind, dear. A little patience. Dick doesn't understand +you. You should humor him, Desmond."</p> +<p>"Haven't I tried, mother? Haven't I? But what is the use? He +treats me worse than any carter on the farm. I drudge for him, and +he bullies me, miscalls me before the men, thrashes me--oh, mother! +I can't endure it any longer. Let me go away, anywhere; anything +would be better than this!"</p> +<p>Desmond was quivering with pain and indignation; only with +difficulty did he keep back the tears.</p> +<p>"Hush, Desmond!" said his mother. "Dick will hear you. You are +tired out, dear boy; go to bed; things will look brighter in the +morning. Only have patience. Good night, my son."</p> +<p>Desmond kissed his mother and went to his room. But it was long +before he slept. His bruised body found no comfort; his head +throbbed; his soul was filled with resentment and the passionate +longing for release.</p> +<p>His life had not been very happy. He barely remembered his +father--a big, keen-eyed, loud-voiced old man--who died when his +younger son was four years old. Richard Burke had run away from his +Irish home to sea. He served on Admiral Rooke's flagship at the +battle of La Hogue, and, rising in the navy to the rank of warrant +officer, bought a ship with the savings of twenty years and fitted +it out for unauthorized trade with the East Indies. His daring, +skill, and success attracted the attention of the officers of the +Company. He was invited to enter the Company's service. As captain +of an Indiaman he sailed backwards and forwards for ten years; then +at the age of fifty retired with a considerable fortune and married +the daughter of a Shropshire farmer. The death of his wife's +relatives led him to settle on the farm their family had tenanted +for generations, and it was at Wilcote Grange that his three +children were born.</p> +<p>Fifteen years separated the elder son from the younger; between +them came a daughter, who married early and left the neighborhood. +Four years after Desmond's birth the old man died, leaving the boy +to the guardianship of his brother.</p> +<p>There lay the seed of trouble. No brothers could have been more +unlike than the two sons of Captain Burke. Richard was made on a +large and powerful scale; he was hard working, methodical, +grasping, wholly unimaginative, and in temper violent and +domineering. Slighter and less robust, though not less healthy, +Desmond was a boy of vivid imagination, high strung, high spirited, +his feelings easily moved, his pride easily wounded. His brother +was too dull and stolid to understand him, taking for deliberate +malice what was but boyish mischief, and regarding him as sullen +when he was only dreamily thoughtful.</p> +<p>As a young boy Desmond kept as much as possible out of his +brother's way. But as he grew older he came more directly under +Richard's control, with the result that they were now in a constant +state of feud. Their mother, a woman of sweet temper but weak will, +favored her younger son in secret; she learned by experience that +open intervention on his behalf did more harm than good.</p> +<p>Desmond had two habits which especially moved his brother to +anger. He was fond of roaming the country alone for hours together; +he was fond of reading. To Richard each was a waste of time. He +never opened a book, save a manual of husbandry or a ready +reckoner; he could conceive of no reason for walking, unless it +were the business of the farm. Nothing irritated him more than to +see Desmond stretched at length with his nose in Mr. Defoe's +<i>Robinson Crusoe</i>, or a volume of Hakluyt's <i>Voyages</i>, or +perhaps Mr. Oldys's <i>Life of Sir Walter Raleigh</i>. And as he +himself never dreamed by day or by night, there was no chance of +his divining the fact that Desmond, on those long solitary walks of +his, was engaged chiefly in dreaming, not idly, for in his dreams +he was always the center of activity, greedy for doing.</p> +<p>These daydreams constituted almost the sole joy of Desmond's +life. When he was only a little fellow he would sprawl on the bank +near Tyrley Castle and weave romances about the Norman barons whose +home it had been--romances in which he bore a strenuous part. He +knew every interesting spot in the neighborhood: Salisbury Hill, +where the Yorkist leader pitched his camp before the battle of +Blore Heath; Audley Brow, where Audley the Lancastrian lay watching +his foe; above all Styche Hall, whence a former Clive had ridden +forth to battle against the king, and where his namesake, the +present Robert Clive, had been born. He imagined himself each of +those bold warriors in turn, and saw himself, now a knight in mail, +now a gay cavalier of Rupert's, now a bewigged Georgian gentleman +in frock and pantaloons, but always with sword in hand.</p> +<p>No name sang a merrier tune in Desmond's imagination than the +name of Robert Clive. Three years before, when he was imbibing +Latin, Greek, and Hebrew under Mr. Burslem at the grammar school on +the hill, the amazing news came one day that Bob Clive, the wild +boy who had terrorized the tradespeople, plagued his master, led +the school in tremendous fights with the town boys, and suffered +more birchings than any scholar of his time--Bob Clive, the +scapegrace who had been packed off to India as a last resource, had +turned out, as his father said, "not such a booby after all"--had +indeed proved himself to be a military genius. How Desmond thrilled +when the old schoolmaster read out the glorious news of Clive's +defense of Arcot with a handful of men against an overwhelming +host! How he glowed when the schoolroom rang with the cheers of the +boys, and when, a half holiday being granted, he rushed forth with +the rest to do battle in the church yard with the town boys, and +helped to lick them thoroughly in honor of Clive!</p> +<p>From that moment there was for Desmond but one man in the world, +and that man was Robert Clive. In the twinkling of an eye he became +the devoutest of hero worshipers. He coaxed Mr. Burslem to let him +occupy Clive's old desk, and with his fists maintained the +privilege against all comers. The initials R. C. roughly cut in the +oak never lost their fascination for him. He walked out day after +day to Styche Hall, two miles away, and pleased himself with the +thought that his feet trod the very spots once trodden by Bob +Clive. Not an inch of the route from Hall to school--the meadow +path into Longslow, the lane from Longslow to Shropshire Street, +Little Street, Church Street, the church yard--was unknown to him: +Bob Clive had known them all. He feasted on the oft-told stories of +Clive's boyish escapades: how he had bundled a watchman into the +bulks and made him prisoner there by closing down and fastening the +shutters; how he had thrown himself across the current of a +torrential gutter to divert the stream into the cellar shop of a +tradesman who had offended him; above all, that feat of his when, +ascending the spiral turret stair of the church, he had lowered +himself down from the parapet, and, astride upon a gargoyle, had +worked his way along it until he could secure a stone that lay in +its mouth, the perilous and dizzy adventure watched by a breathless +throng in the churchyard below. The Bob Clive who had done these +things was now doing greater deeds in India; and Desmond Burke sat +day after day at his desk, gazing at the entrancing R. C., and +doing over again in his own person the exploits of which all Market +Drayton was proud, and he the proudest.</p> +<p>But at the age of fourteen his brother took him from school, +though Mr. Burslem had pleaded that he might remain longer and +afterwards proceed to the university. He was set to do odd jobs +about the farm. To farming itself he had no objection; he was fond +of animals and would willingly have spent his life with them. But +he did object to drudging for a hard and inconsiderate taskmaster +such as his brother was, and the work he was compelled to do became +loathsome to him, and bred a spirit of discontent and rebellion. +The further news of Clive's exploits in India, coming at long +intervals, set wild notions beating in Desmond's head, and made him +long passionately for a change. At times he thought of running +away: his father had run away and carved out a successful career, +why should not he do the same? But he had never quite made up his +mind to cut the knot.</p> +<p>Meanwhile it became known in Market Drayton that Clive had +returned to England. Rumor credited him with fabulous wealth. It +was said that he drove through London in a gold coach, and outshone +the king himself in the splendor of his attire. No report was too +highly colored to find easy credence among the simple country folk. +Clive was indeed rich: he had a taste for ornate dress, and though +neither so wealthy nor so gaily appareled as rumor said, he was for +a season the lion of London society. The directors of the East +India Company toasted him as "General" Clive, and presented him +with a jeweled sword as a token of their sense of his services on +the Coromandel coast.</p> +<p>No one suspected at the time that his work was of more than +local importance and would have more far-reaching consequences than +the success of a trading company. Clive had, in fact, without +knowing it, laid the foundations of a vast empire.</p> +<p>At intervals during the two years, scraps of news about Clive +filtered through to his birthplace. His father had left the +neighborhood, and Styche Hall was now in the hands of a stranger, +so that Desmond hardly dared to hope that he would have an +opportunity of seeing his idol. But, information having reached the +court of directors that all was not going well in India, their eyes +turned at once to Clive as the man to set things right. They +requested him to return to India as Governor of Fort St. David, +and, since a good deal of the trouble was caused by quarrels as to +precedence between the king's and the Company's officers, they +strengthened his hands by obtaining for him a lieutenant colonel's +commission from King George.</p> +<p>Clive was nothing loath to take up his work again. He had been +somewhat extravagant since his arrival in England; great holes had +been made in the fortune he had brought back; and he was still a +young man, full of energy and ambition. What was Desmond's ecstasy, +then, to learn that his hero, on the eve of his departure, had +accepted an invitation to the town of his birth, there to be +entertained by the court leet. From the bailiff and the steward of +the manor down to the javelin men and the ale taster, official +Market Drayton was all agog to do him honor. Desmond looked forward +eagerly to this red letter day.</p> +<p>His brother, as a yeoman of standing, was invited to the +banquet, and it seemed to Desmond that Richard took a delight in +taunting him, throwing cold water on his young enthusiasm, +ironically commenting on the mistake someone had made in not +including him among the guests. His crowning stroke of cruelty was +to forbid the boy to leave the house on the great evening, so that +he might not even obtain a glimpse of Clive. But this was too much: +Desmond for the first time deliberately defied his guardian, and +though he suffered the inevitable penalty, he had seen and heard +his hero, and was content.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch3" id="Ch3">Chapter 3</a>: In which Mr. Marmaduke +Diggle talks of the Golden East; and our hero interrupts an +interview, and dreams dreams.</h2> +<p>Sore from his flogging, Desmond, when he slept at last, slept +heavily. Richard Burke was a stickler for early rising, and +admitted no excuses. When his brother did not appear at the usual +hour Richard went to his room, and, smiting with his rough hand the +boy's bruised shoulders, startled him to wakefulness and pain.</p> +<p>"Now, slug-a-bed," he said, "you have ten minutes for your +breakfast, then you will foot it to the Hall and see whether Sir +Willoughby has returned or is expected."</p> +<p>Turning on his heel, he went out to harry his laborers.</p> +<p>Desmond, when he came down stairs, felt too sick to eat. He +gulped a pitcher of milk, then set off for his two-mile walk to the +Hall. He was glad of the errand. Sir Willoughby Stokes, the lord of +the manor, was an old gentleman of near seventy years, a good +landlord, a persistent Jacobite, and a confirmed bachelor. By +nature genial, he was subject to periodical attacks of the gout, +which made him terrible. At these times he betook himself to +Buxton, or Bath, or some other spa, and so timed his return that he +was always good tempered on rent day, much to the relief of his +tenants. He disliked Richard Burke as a man as much as he admired +him as a tenant; but he had taken a fancy to Desmond, lent him +books from his library, took him out shooting when the weather and +Richard permitted, and played chess with him sometimes of a rainy +afternoon. His housekeeper said that Master Desmond was the only +human being whose presence the squire could endure when the gout +was on him. In short, Sir Willoughby and Desmond were very good +friends.</p> +<p>Desmond had almost reached the gate of the Hall when, at a +sudden turn of the road, he came upon a man seated upon a low +hillock by the roadside, idly swishing at the long ripe grass with +a cane. At the first glance Desmond noticed the strangely-clad +right hand of his overnight acquaintance; the shabby clothes, the +red feather, the flaming neckcloth.</p> +<p>The man looked up at his approach; the winning smile settled +upon his swarthy face, which daylight now revealed as seamed and +scarred; and, without stirring from his seat or desisting from his +occupation, he looked in the boy's face and said softly:</p> +<p>"You are early afoot, like the son of Anchises, my young friend. +If I mistake not, when Aeneas met the son of Evander they joined +their right hands. We have met; let us also join hands and bid each +other a very good morning."</p> +<p>Desmond shook hands; he did not know what to make of this +remarkable fellow who must always be quoting from his school books; +but there was no harm in shaking hands. He could not in politeness +ask the question that rose to his lips--why the stranger wore a +mitten on one hand; and if the man observed his curiosity he let it +pass.</p> +<p>"You are on business bent, I wot," continued the stranger. "Not +for the world would I delay you. But since the handclasp is but +part of the ceremony of introduction, might we not complete it by +exchanging names?"</p> +<p>"My name is Desmond Burke," said the boy.</p> +<p>"A good name, a pleasant name, a name that I know."</p> +<p>Desmond was conscious that the man was looking keenly at +him.</p> +<p>"There is a gentleman of the same name--I chanced to meet him in +London--cultivating literature in the Temple; his praenomen, I +bethink me, is Edmund. And I bethink me, too, that in the course of +my peregrinations on this planet I have more than once heard the +name of one Captain Richard Burke, a notable seaman, in the service +of our great Company. I repeat, my young friend, your name is a +good one; may you live to add luster to it!"</p> +<p>"Captain Burke was my father."</p> +<p>"My prophetic soul!" exclaimed the stranger. "But surely you are +somewhat late in following the paternal craft; you do not learn +seamanship in this sylvan sphere."</p> +<p>"True," responded Desmond, with a smile. "My father turned +farmer; he died when I was a little fellow, and I live with my +mother. But you will excuse me, sir; I have an errand to the Hall +beyond us here."</p> +<p>"I am rebuked. <i>Nam garrulus idem est</i>, as our friend +Horace would say. Yet one moment. Ere we part let us complete our +interrupted ceremony. Marmaduke Diggle, sir--plain Marmaduke +Diggle, at your service."</p> +<p>He swept off his hat with a smile. But as soon as Desmond had +passed on, the smile faded. Marmaduke Diggle's mouth became hard, +and he looked after the retreating form with a gaze in which +curiosity, suspicion, and dislike were blended.</p> +<p>He was still seated by the roadside when Desmond returned some +minutes later.</p> +<p>"A pleasant surprise, Mr. Burke," he said. "Your business is +most briefly, and let us hope happily despatched."</p> +<p>"Briefly, at any rate. I only went up to the Hall to see if the +squire was returned; it is near rent day, and he is not usually so +late in returning."</p> +<p>"Ah, your squires!" said Diggle, with a sigh. "A fine thing to +have lands--olive yards and vineyards, as the Scripture saith. You +are returning? The squire is not at home? Permit me to accompany +you some steps on your road.</p> +<p>"Yes, it is a fine thing to be a landlord. It is a state of life +much to be envied by poor landless men like me. I confess I am +poor--none the pleasanter because 'tis my own fault. You behold in +me, Mr. Burke, one of the luckless. I sought fame and fortune years +ago in the fabulous East Indies--"</p> +<p>"The Indies, sir?"</p> +<p>"You are interested? In me also, when I was your age, the name +stirred my blood and haunted my imagination. Yes, 'tis nigh ten +years since I first sailed from these shores for the marvelous +east. <i>Multum et terris jactatus et alto</i>. Twice have I made +my fortune--got me enough of the wealth of Ormus and of Ind to buy +up half your county. Twice, alas! has an unkind Fate robbed me of +my all! But, as I said, 'tis my own fault. <i>Nemo contentus</i>, +sir--you know the passage? I was not satisfied: I must have a +little more; and yet a little more. I put my wealth forth in +hazardous enterprises--presto! it is swept away. But I was born, +sir, after all, under a merry star. Nothing discourages me. After a +brief sojourn for recuperation in this salubrious spot, I shall +return; and this time, mark you, I shall run no risks. Five years +to make my fortune; then I shall come home, content with a round +ten lakhs."</p> +<p>"What is a lakh?"</p> +<p>"Ah, I forgot, you are not acquainted with these phrases of the +Orient. A lakh, my friend, is a hundred thousand rupees, say twelve +thousand pounds. And I warrant you I will not squander it as a +certain gentleman we know squandered his."</p> +<p>"You mean General Clive?"</p> +<p>"Colonel Clive, my friend. Yes, I say Colonel Clive has +squandered his fortune. Why, he came home with thirty lakhs at the +least: and what does he do? He must ruffle it in purple and fine +linen, and feed the fat in royal entertainments; then, forsooth, he +stands for a seat in Parliament, pours out his gold like water--to +what end? A petition is presented against his return: the House +holds an inquiry; and the end of the sorry farce is, that Mr. +Robert Clive's services are dispensed with. When I think of the +good money he has wasted--But then, sir, I am no politician. +Colonel Clive and I are two ruined men; 'tis a somewhat strange +coincidence that he and I are almost of an age, and that we both, +before many weeks are past, shall be crossing the ocean once more +to retrieve our fallen fortunes."</p> +<p>Walking side by side during this conversation they had now come +into the road leading past Desmond's home. In the distance, +approaching them, appeared a post chaise, drawn by four galloping +horses. The sight broke the thread of the conversation.</p> +<p>"'Tis the squire at last!" cried Desmond. "Sure he must have put +up at Newcastle overnight."</p> +<p>But that he was intently watching the rapid progress of the +chaise, he might have noticed a curious change of expression on his +companion's face. The smile faded, the lips became set with a kind +of grim determination. But Diggle's pleasant tone had not altered +when he said:</p> +<p>"Our ways part here, my friend--for the present. I doubt not we +shall meet again; and if you care to hear of my adventures by field +and flood--why, 'I will a round unvarnished tale deliver,' as the +Moor of Venice says in the play. For the present, then, +farewell!"</p> +<p>He turned down a leafy lane, and had disappeared from view +before the chaise reached the spot. As it ran by, its only +occupant, a big, red-faced, white-wigged old gentleman, caught +sight of the boy and hailed him in a rich, jolly voice.</p> +<p>"Ha, Desmond! Home again, you see! Scotched the enemy once more! +Come and see me!"</p> +<p>The chaise was past before Desmond could reply. He watched it +until it vanished from sight; then, feeling somewhat cheered, went +on to report to his brother that the squire had at last +returned.</p> +<p>He felt no little curiosity about his new acquaintance. What had +brought him to so retired a spot as Market Drayton? He could have +no friends in the neighborhood, or he would surely not have chosen +for his lodging a place of ill repute like the Four Alls. Yet he +had seemed to have some acquaintance with Grinsell the innkeeper. +He did not answer to Desmond's idea of an adventurer. He was not +rough of tongue or boisterous in manner; his accent, indeed, was +refined; his speech somewhat studied, and, to judge by his +allusions and his Latin, he had some share of polite learning. +Desmond was puzzled to fit these apparent incongruities, and looked +forward with interest to further meetings with Marmaduke +Diggle.</p> +<p>During the next few days they met more than once. It was always +late in the evening, always in quiet places, and Diggle was always +alone. Apparently he desired to make no acquaintances. The gossips +of the neighborhood seized upon the presence of a stranger at the +Four Alls, but they caught the barest glimpses of him; Grinsell was +as a stone wall in unresponsiveness to their inquiries; and the +black boy, if perchance a countryman met him on the road and +questioned him, shook his head and made meaningless noises in his +throat, and the countryman would assure his cronies that the boy +was as dumb as a platter.</p> +<p>But whenever Desmond encountered the stranger, strolling by +himself in the fields or some quiet lane, Diggle always seemed +pleased to see him, and talked to him with the same ease and +freedom, ever ready with a tag from his school books. Desmond did +not like his Latin, but he found compensation in the traveler's +tales of which Diggle had an inexhaustible store--tales of +shipwreck and mutiny, of wild animals and wild men, of Dutch +traders and Portuguese adventurers, of Indian nawabs and French +bucaneers. Above all was Desmond interested in stories of India: he +heard of the immense wealth of the Indian princes, the rivalries of +the English, French, and Dutch trading companies; the keen struggle +between France and England for the preponderating influence with +the natives. Desmond was eager to hear of Clive's doings; but he +found Diggle, for an Englishman who had been in India, strangely +ignorant of Clive's career; he seemed impatient of Clive's name, +and was always more ready to talk of his French rivals, Dupleix and +Bussy. The boy was impressed by the mystery, the color, the romance +of the East; and after these talks with Diggle he went home with +his mind afire, and dreamed of elephants and tigers, treasures of +gold and diamonds, and fierce battles in which English, French, and +Indians weltered in seas of blood.</p> +<p>One morning Desmond set out for a long walk in the direction of +Newport. It was holiday on the farm; Richard Burke allowed his men +a day off once every half year when he paid his rent. They would +almost rather not have had it, for he made himself particularly +unpleasant both before and after. On this morning he had got up in +a bad temper, and managed to find half a dozen occasions for +grumbling at Desmond before breakfast, so that the boy was glad to +get away and walk off his resentment and soreness of heart.</p> +<p>As he passed the end of the lane leading toward the Hall, he saw +two men in conversation some distance down it. One was on +horseback, the other on foot. At a second glance he saw with +surprise that the mounted man was his brother; the other, Diggle. A +well-filled moneybag hung at Richard Burke's saddle bow; he was on +his way to the Hall to pay his rent. His back was towards Desmond; +but, as the latter paused, Richard threw a rapid glance over his +shoulder, and with a word to the man at his side cantered away.</p> +<p>Diggle gave Desmond a hail and came slowly up the lane, his face +wearing its usual pleasant smile. His manner was always very +friendly, and had the effect of making Desmond feel on good terms +with himself.</p> +<p>"Well met, my friend," said Diggle cordially. "I was longing for +a chat. Beshrew me if I have spoken more than a dozen words today, +and that, to a man of my sociable temper, not to speak of my swift +and practised tongue--<i>lingua celer et exercitata</i>: you +remember the phrase of Tully's--is a sore trial."</p> +<p>"You seemed to be having a conversation a moment ago," said +Desmond.</p> +<p>"Seemed!--that is the very word. That excellent farmer--sure he +hath a prosperous look--had mistaken me. 'Tis not the apparel makes +the man; my attire is not of the best, I admit; but, I beg you tell +me frankly, would you have taken me for a husbandman, one who with +relentless plowshare turns the stubborn soil, as friend Horace +somewhere puts it? Would you, now?"</p> +<p>"Decidedly not. But did my brother so mistake you?"</p> +<p>"Your brother! Was that prosperous and well-mounted gentleman +your brother?"</p> +<p>"Certainly. He is Richard Burke, and leases the Wilcote +farm."</p> +<p>"Noble pair of brothers!" exclaimed Diggle, seizing Desmond's +reluctant hand. "I congratulate you, my friend. What a brother! I +stopped him to ask the time of day. But permit me to say, friend +Desmond, you appear somewhat downcast; your countenance hath not +that serenity one looks for in a lad of your years. What is the +trouble?"</p> +<p>"Oh, nothing to speak of," said Desmond curtly; he was vexed +that his face still betrayed the irritation of the morning.</p> +<p>"Very well," said Diggle with a shrug. "Far be it from me to +probe your sorrows. They are nothing to me, but sure a simple +question from a friend--"</p> +<p>"Pardon me, Mr. Diggle," said Desmond impulsively, "I did not +mean to offend you."</p> +<p>"My dear boy, a tough-hided traveler does not easily take +offense. Shall we walk? D'you know, Master Desmond, I fancy I could +make a shrewd guess at your trouble. Your brother--Richard, I think +you said?--is a farmer, he was born a farmer, he has the air of a +farmer, and a well-doing farmer to boot. But we are not all born +with a love for mother earth, and you, meseems, have dreamed of a +larger life than lies within the pin folds of a farm. To tell the +truth, my lad, I have been studying you."</p> +<p>They were walking now side by side along the Newport road. +Desmond felt that the stranger was becoming personal; but his +manner was so suave and sympathetic that he could not take +offense.</p> +<p>"Yes, I have been studying you," continued Diggle. "And what is +the sum of my discovery? You are wasting your life here. A country +village is no place for a boy of ideas and imagination, of warm +blood and springing fancy. The world is wide, my friend: why not +adventure forth?"</p> +<p>"I have indeed thought of it, Mr. Diggle, but--"</p> +<p>"But me no buts," interrupted Diggle, with a smile. "Your age +is--"</p> +<p>"Near sixteen."</p> +<p>"Ah, still a boy; you have a year ere you reach the bourne of +young manhood, as the Romans held it. But what matters that? Was +not Scipio Africanus--namesake of the ingenuous youth that serves +me--styled boy at twenty? Yet you are old enough to walk alone, and +not in leading strings--or waiting maybe for dead men's shoes."</p> +<p>"What do you mean, sir?" Desmond flashed out, reddening with +indignation.</p> +<p>"Do I offend you?" said Diggle innocently. "I make apology. But +I had heard, I own, that Master Desmond Burke was in high favor +with your squire; 'tis even whispered that Master Desmond +cherishes, cultivates, cossets the old man--a bachelor, I +understand, and wealthy, and lacking kith or kin. Sure I should +never have believed 'twas with any dishonorable motive."</p> +<p>"'Tis not, sir. I never thought of such a thing."</p> +<p>"I was sure of it. But to come back to my starting point. 'Tis +time you broke these narrow bounds. India, now--what better sphere +for a young man bent on making his way? Look at Clive, whom you +admire--as stupid a boy as you could meet in a day's march. Why, I +can remember--"</p> +<p>He caught himself up, but after the slightest pause, +resumed:</p> +<p>"<i>Forsan et haec ohm meminisse juvabit</i>. Look at Clive, I +was saying; a lout, a bear, a booby--as a boy, mark you; yet now! +Is there a man whose name rings more loudly in the world's ear? And +what Robert Clive is, that Desmond Burke might be if he had the +mind and the will. You are going farther? Ah, I have not your love +of ambulation. I will bid you farewell for this time; sure it will +profit you to ponder my words."</p> +<p>Desmond did ponder his words. He walked for three or four hours, +thinking all the time. Who had said that he was waiting for the +squire's shoes? He glowed with indignation at the idea of such a +construction being placed upon his friendship for Sir +Willoughby.</p> +<p>"If they think that," he said to himself, "the sooner I go away +the better."</p> +<p>And the seed planted by Diggle took root and began to germinate +with wonderful rapidity. To emulate Clive!--what would he not give +for the chance? But how was it possible? Clive had begun as a +writer in the service of the East India Company; but how could +Desmond procure a nomination? Perhaps Sir Willoughby could help +him; he might have influence with the Company's directors. But, +supposing he obtained a nomination, how could he purchase his +outfit? He had but a few guineas, and after what Diggle had said he +would starve rather than ask the squire for a penny. True, under +his father's will he was to receive five thousand pounds at the age +of twenty-one. Would Richard advance part of the sum? Knowing +Richard, he hardly dared to hope for such a departure from the +letter of the law. But it was at least worth attempting.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch4" id="Ch4">Chapter 4</a>: In which blows are +exchanged; and our hero, setting forth upon his travels, scents an +adventure.</h2> +<p>That same day, at supper, seeing that Richard was apparently in +good humor, Desmond ventured to make a suggestion.</p> +<p>"Dick," he said frankly, "don't you think it would be better for +all of us if I went away? You and I don't get along very well, and +perhaps I was not cut out for a farmer."</p> +<p>Richard grunted, and Mrs. Burke looked apprehensively from one +to the other.</p> +<p>"What's your idea?" asked Richard.</p> +<p>"Well, I had thought of a writership in the East India Company's +service, or better still, a cadetship in the Company's forces."</p> +<p>"Hark to him!" exclaimed Richard, with a scornful laugh. "A +second Clive, sink me! And where do you suppose the money is to +come from?"</p> +<p>"Couldn't you advance me a part of what is to come to me when I +am twenty-one?"</p> +<p>"Not a penny, I tell you at once, not a penny. 'Tis enough to be +saddled with you all these years. You may think yourself lucky if I +can scrape together a tenth of the money that'll be due to you when +you're twenty-one. That's the dead hand, if you like; why father +put that provision in his will it passes common sense to +understand. No, you'll have to stay and earn part of it, though in +truth you'll never be worth your keep."</p> +<p>"That depends on the keeper," retorted Desmond, rather +warmly.</p> +<p>"No insolence, now. I repeat, I will not advance one penny! Go +and get some money out of the squire, that is so precious fond of +you."</p> +<p>"Richard, Richard!" said his mother anxiously.</p> +<p>"Mother, I'm the boy's guardian. I know what it is. He has been +crammed with nonsense by that idle knave at the Four Alls. Look'ee, +my man, if I catch you speaking to him again, I'll flay your skin +for you."</p> +<p>"Why shouldn't I?" replied Desmond. "I saw you speaking to +him."</p> +<p>"Hold your tongue, sir. The dog accosted me. I answered his +question and passed on. Heed what I say: I'm a man of my word."</p> +<p>Desmond said no more. But before he fell asleep that night he +had advanced one step further towards freedom. His request had met +with the refusal he had anticipated. He could hope for no pecuniary +assistance; it remained to take the first opportunity of consulting +Diggle. It was Diggle who had suggested India as the field for his +ambition; and the suggestion would hardly have been made if there +were great obstacles in the way of its being acted on. Desmond made +light of his brother's command that he should cut Diggle's +acquaintance; it seemed to him only another act of tyranny, and his +relations with Richard were such that to forbid a thing was to +provoke him to do it.</p> +<p>His opportunity came next day. Late in the afternoon he met +Diggle, as he had done many times before, walking in the fields, +remote from houses. When Desmond caught sight of him, he was +sauntering along, his eyes bent upon the ground, his face troubled. +But he smiled on seeing Desmond.</p> +<p>"Well met, friend," he said; "<i>leni perfruor otio</i>--which +is as much as to say--I bask in idleness. Well, now, I perceive in +your eye that you have been meditating my counsel. 'Tis well, +friend Desmond, and whereto has your meditation arrived?"</p> +<p>"I have thought over what you said. I do wish to get away from +here; I should like to go to India; indeed, I asked my brother to +advance a part of some money that is to come to me, so that I might +obtain service with the Company; but he refused."</p> +<p>"And you come to me for counsel. 'Tis well done, though I trow +your brother would scarce be pleased to hear of it."</p> +<p>"He forbade me to speak to you."</p> +<p>"Egad, he did! <i>Haec summa est</i>! What has he against me?--a +question to be asked. I am a stranger in these parts: that is ill; +and buffeted by fortune: that is worse; and somewhat versed in +humane letters: that, to the rustic intelligence, is a crime. Well, +my lad, you have come to the right man at the right time. You are +acquainted with my design shortly to return to the Indies--a rare +field for a lad of mettle. You shall come with me."</p> +<p>"But are you connected with the Company? None other, I believed, +has a right to trade."</p> +<p>"The Company! Sure, my lad, I am no friend to the Company, a set +of stiff-necked, ignorant, grasping, paunchy peddlers who fatten at +home on the toil of better men. No, I am an adventurer, I own it; I +am an interloper; and we interlopers, despite the Company's +monopoly, yet contrive to keep body and soul together."</p> +<p>"Then I should not sail to India on a Company's ship?"</p> +<p>"Far from it, indeed. But let not that disturb you, there are +other vessels. And for the passage--why, sure I could find you a +place as supercargo or some such thing; you would thus keep the +little money you have and add to it, forming a nest egg which, I +say it without boasting, I could help you to hatch into a fine +brood. I am not without friends in the Indies, my dear boy; there +are princes in that land whom I have assisted to their thrones; and +if, on behalf of a friend, I ask of them some slight thing, +provided it be honest--'tis the first law of friendship, says +Tully, as you will remember, to seek honest things for our +friends--if, I say, on your behalf, I proffer some slight request, +sure the nawabs will vie to pleasure me, and the foundation of your +fortune will be laid."</p> +<p>Desmond had not observed that, during this eloquent passage, +Diggle had more than once glanced beyond him, as though his mind +were not wholly occupied with his oratorical efforts. It was +therefore something of a shock that he heard him say in the same +level tone:</p> +<p>"But I perceive your brother approaching. I am not the man to +cause differences between persons near akin; I will therefore leave +you; we will have further speech on the subject of our +discourse."</p> +<p>He moved away. A moment after, Richard Burke came up in a +towering passion.</p> +<p>"You brave me, do you?" he cried. "Did I not forbid you to +converse with that vagabond?"</p> +<p>"You have no right to dictate to me on such matters," said +Desmond hotly, facing his brother.</p> +<p>"I've no right, haven't I?" shouted Richard. "I've a guardian's +right to thrash you if you disobey me, and by George! I'll keep my +promise."</p> +<p>He lifted the riding whip, without which he seldom went abroad, +and struck at Desmond. But the boy's blood was up. He sprang aside +as the thong fell; it missed him, and before the whip could be +raised again he had leaped towards his brother. Wrenching the stock +from his grasp, Desmond flung the whip over the hedge into a +green-mantled pool, and stood, his cheeks pale, his fists clenched, +his eyes flaming, before the astonished man.</p> +<p>"Coward!" he cried, "'tis the last time you lay hands on +me."</p> +<p>Recovered from his amazement at Desmond's resistance, Richard, +purple with wrath, advanced to seize the boy. But Desmond, nimbly +evading his clutch, slipped his foot within his brother's, and with +a dexterous movement tripped him up, so that he fell sprawling, +with many an oath, on the miry road. Before he could regain his +feet, Desmond had vaulted the hedge and set off at a run towards +home. Diggle was nowhere in sight.</p> +<p>The die was now cast. Never before had Desmond actively +retaliated upon his brother, and he knew him well enough to be sure +that such an affront was unforgivable. The farm would no longer be +safe for him. With startling suddenness his vague notions of +leaving home were crystallized into a resolve. No definite plan +formed itself in his mind as he raced over the fields. He only knew +that the moment for departure had come, and he was hastening now to +secure the little money he possessed and to make a bundle of his +clothes and the few things he valued before Richard could +return.</p> +<p>Reaching the Grange, he slipped quietly upstairs, not daring to +face his mother, lest her grief should weaken his resolution, and +in five minutes he returned with his bundle. He stole out through +the garden, skirted the copse that bounded the farm inclosure, and +ran for half a mile up the lane until he felt that he was out of +reach. Then, breathless with haste, quivering with the shock of +this sudden plunge into independence, he sat down on the grassy +bank to reflect.</p> +<p>What had he done? It was no light thing for a boy of his years, +ignorant of life and the world, to cut himself adrift from old ties +and voyage into the unknown. Had he been wise? He had no trade as a +standby; his whole endowment was his youth and his wits. Would they +suffice? Diggle's talk had opened up an immense prospect, full of +color and mystery and romance, chiming well with his daydreams. Was +it possible that, sailing to India, he might find some of his +dreams come true?</p> +<p>Could he trust Diggle, a stranger, by his own admission an +adventurer, a man who had run through two fortunes already? He had +no reason for distrust; Diggle was well educated, a gentleman, +frank, amiable. What motive could he have for leading a boy +astray?</p> +<p>Mingled with Desmond's Irish impulsiveness there was a strain of +caution derived from the stolid English yeomen, his forebears on +the maternal side. He felt the need, before crossing his Rubicon, +of taking counsel with someone older and wiser--with a tried +friend. Sir Willoughby Stokes, the squire, had always been kind to +him. Would it not be well to put his case to the squire and follow +his advice? But he durst not venture to the Hall yet. His brother +might suspect that he had gone there and seize him, or intercept +him on the way. He would wait. It was the squire's custom to spend +a quiet hour in his own room long after the time when other folk in +that rural neighborhood were abed. Desmond sometimes sat with him +there, reading or playing chess. If he went up to the Hall at nine +o'clock he would be sure of a welcome.</p> +<p>The evening passed slowly for Desmond in his enforced idleness. +At nine o'clock, leaving his bundle in a hollow tree, he set off +toward the Hall, taking a short cut across the fields. It was a +dark night, and he stopped with a start as, on descending a stile +overhung by a spreading sycamore, he almost struck against a person +who had just preceded him.</p> +<p>"Who's that?" he asked quickly, stepping back a little: it was +unusual to meet anyone in the fields at so late an hour.</p> +<p>"Be that you, Measter Desmond?"</p> +<p>"Oh, 'tis you, Dickon. What are you doing this way at such an +hour? You ought to have been abed long ago."</p> +<p>"Ay, sure, Measter Desmond; but I be goin' to see squire," said +the old man, apparently with some hesitation.</p> +<p>"That's odd. So am I. We may as well walk together, then--for +fear of the ghosts, eh, Dickon?"</p> +<p>"I binna afeard o' ghosts, not I. True, 'tis odd I be goin' to +see squire. I feel it so. Squire be a high man, and I ha' never +dared lift up my voice to him oothout axen. But 'tis to be. I ha' +summat to tell him, low born as I be; ay, I mun tell him, cost what +it may."</p> +<p>"Well, he's not a dragon. I have something to tell him too--cost +what it may."</p> +<p>There was silence for a space. Then Dickon said tremulously:</p> +<p>"Bin it a great matter, yourn, sir, I make bold to axe?"</p> +<p>"That's as it turns out, Dickon. But what is it with you, old +man? Is aught amiss?"</p> +<p>"Not wi' me, sir, not wi' me, thank the Lord above. But I seed +ya, Measter Desmond, t'other day, in speech win that--that Diggle +as he do call hisself, and--and I tell ya true, sir, I dunna like +the looks on him; no, he binna a right man; an' I were afeard as he +med ha' bin fillin' yer head wi' fine tales about the wonders o' +the world an' all."</p> +<p>"Is that all, Dickon? You fear my head may be turned, eh? Don't +worry about me."</p> +<p>"Why, sir, ya may think me bold, but I do say this. If so be ya +gets notions in yer head--notions o' goin' out along an' seein' the +world an' all, go up an' axe squire about it. Squire he done have a +wise head; he'll advise ya for the best; an' sure I bin he'd warn +ya not to have no dealin's win that Diggle, as he do call +hissen."</p> +<p>"Why, does the squire know him, then?"</p> +<p>"'Tis my belief squire do know everything an' everybody. Diggle +he med not know, to be sure, but if so be ya say 'tis a lean man, +wi' sharp nose, an' black eyes like live coals, an' a smilin' +mouth--why, squire knows them sort, he done, and wouldna trust him +not a ell. But maybe ya'd better go on, sir: my old shanks be slow +fur one so young an' nimble."</p> +<p>"No hurry, Dickon. Lucky the squire was used to London hours in +his youth, or we'd find him abed. See, there's a light in the Hall; +'tis in the strong room next to the library; Sir Willoughby is +reckoning up his rents maybe, though 'tis late for that."</p> +<p>"Ay, ya knows the Hall, true. Theer be a terrible deal o gowd +an' silver up in that room, fur sure, more 'n a aged man like me +could tell in a week."</p> +<p>"The light is moving; it seems Sir Willoughby is finishing up +for the night. I hope we shall not be too late."</p> +<p>But at this moment a winding of the path brought another face of +the Hall into view.</p> +<p>"Why, Dickon," exclaimed Desmond, "there's another light; 'tis +the squire's own room. He cannot be in two places at once; 'tis odd +at this time of night. Come, stir your stumps, old man."</p> +<p>They hurried along, scrambling through the hedge that bounded +the field, Desmond leaping, Dickon wading the brook that ran +alongside the road. Turning to the left, they came to the front +entrance to the Hall, and passed through the wicket gate into the +grounds. They could see the squire's shadow on the blind of the +parlor; but the lighted window of the strong room was now hidden +from them.</p> +<p>Stepping in that direction, to satisfy a strange curiosity he +felt, Desmond halted in amazement as he saw, faintly silhouetted +against the sky, a ladder placed against the wall, resting on the +sill of the strong room. His surprise at seeing lights in two +rooms, in different wings of the house, so late at night, changed +to misgiving and suspicion. He hastened back to Dickon.</p> +<p>"I fear some mischief is afoot," he said. Drawing the old man +into the shade of the shrubbery, he added: "Remain here; do not +stir until I come for you, or unless you hear me call."</p> +<p>Leaving Dickon in trembling perplexity and alarm, he stole +forward on tiptoe towards the house.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch5" id="Ch5">Chapter 5</a>: In which Job Grinsell +explains; and three visitors come by night to the Four Alls.</h2> +<p>At the foot of the wall lay a flower bed, now bare and black, +separated by a gravel path from a low shrubbery of laurel. Behind +this latter Desmond stole, screened from observation by the bushes. +Coming to a spot exactly opposite the ladder, he saw that it rested +on the sill of the library window, which was open. The library +itself was dark, but there was still a dull glow in the next room. +At the foot of the ladder stood a man.</p> +<p>The meaning of it all was plain. The large sum of money recently +received by Sir Willoughby as rents had tempted someone to rob him. +The robber must have learned that the money was kept in the strong +room; and it argued either considerable daring or great ignorance +to have timed his visit for an hour when anyone familiar with the +squire's habits would have known that he would not yet have retired +to rest.</p> +<p>Desmond was about to run round to the other side of the house +and rouse the squire, when the dim light in the strong room was +suddenly extinguished. Apparently the confederate of the man below +had secured his booty and was preparing to return. Desmond remained +fixed to the spot, in some doubt what to do. He might call to +Dickon and make a rush on the man before him, but the laborer was +old and feeble, and the criminal was no doubt armed. A disturber +would probably be shot, and though the shot would alarm the +household, the burglars would have time to escape in the darkness. +Save Sir Willoughby himself, doubtless every person in the house +was by this time abed and asleep.</p> +<p>It seemed best to Desmond to send Dickon for help while he +himself still mounted guard. Creeping silently as a cat along the +shrubbery, he hastened back to the laborer, told him in a hurried +whisper of his discovery, and bade him steal round to the servants' +quarters, rouse them quietly, and bring one or two to trap the man +at the foot of the ladder while others made a dash through the +library upon the marauder in the strong room. Dickon, whose wits +were nimbler than his legs, understood what he was to do and +slipped away, Desmond returning to his coign of vantage as +noiselessly as he came.</p> +<p>He was just in time to see that a heavy object, apparently a +box, was being lowered from the library window on to the ladder. +Sliding slowly down, it came to the hands of the waiting man; +immediately afterwards the rope by which it had been suspended was +dropped from above, and the dark figure of a man mounted the +sill.</p> +<p>He already had one leg over, preparing to descend, when Desmond, +with a sudden rush, dashed through the shrubs and sprang across the +path. The confederate was stooping over the booty; his back was +towards the shrubbery; at the snapping of twigs and the crunching +of the gravel he straightened himself and turned. Before he was +aware of what was happening, Desmond caught at the ladder by the +lowest rung, and jerked it violently outwards so that its top fell +several feet below the windowsill, resting on the wall out of reach +of the man above.</p> +<p>Desmond heard a smothered exclamation break from the fellow, but +he could pay no further attention to him, for, as he rose from +stooping over the ladder, he was set upon by a burly form. He +dodged behind the ladder. The man sprang after him, blindly, +clumsily, and tripped over the box. But he was up in a moment, and, +reckless of the consequences of raising an alarm, was fumbling for +a pistol, when there fell upon his ears a shout, the tramp of +hurrying feet, and the sound of another window being thrown +open.</p> +<p>With a muffled curse he swung on his heel, and made to cross the +gravel path and plunge into the shrubbery. But Desmond was too +quick for him. Springing upon his back, he caught his arms, thus +preventing him from using his pistol. He was a powerful man, and +Desmond alone would have been no match for him; but before he could +wriggle himself entirely free, three half-clad men servants came up +with a rush, and in a trice he was secured.</p> +<p>In the excitement of these close-packed moments Desmond had +forgotten the other man, whom he had last seen with his leg +dangling over the windowsill. He looked up now; the window was +still open; the ladder lay exactly where he had jerked it; +evidently the robber had not descended.</p> +<p>"Quick!" cried Desmond. "Round to the door! The other fellow +will escape!"</p> +<p>He himself sprinted round the front of the house to the door by +which the servants had issued, and met the squire hobbling along on +his stick, pistol in hand.</p> +<p>"We have got one, sir!" cried Desmond. "Have you seen the +other?"</p> +<p>"What--why--how many villains are there?" replied the squire, +who, between amazement and wrath, was scarcely able to appreciate +the situation.</p> +<p>"There was a man in the library; he did not come down the +ladder; he may be still in the house."</p> +<p>"The deuce he is! Desmond, take the pistol, and shoot the knave +like a dog if you meet him."</p> +<p>"I'll guard the door, Sir Willoughby. They are bringing the +other man round. Then we'll go into the house and search. He can't +get out without being seen if the other doors are locked."</p> +<p>"Locked and barred. I did it myself an hour ago. I'll hang the +villain."</p> +<p>In a few moments the servants came up with their captive and the +box, old Dickon following. Only their figures could be seen: it was +too dark to distinguish features.</p> +<p>"You scoundrel!" cried the squire, brandishing his stick. +"You'll hang for this.</p> +<p>"Take him into the house. In with you all.</p> +<p>"You scoundrel!"</p> +<p>"An' you please, Sir Willoughby, 'tis--" began one of the +servants.</p> +<p>"In with you, I say," roared the squire. "I'll know how to deal +with the villain."</p> +<p>The culprit was hustled into the house, and the group followed, +Sir Willoughby bringing up the rear. Inside he barred and locked +the door, and bade the men carry their prisoner to the library. The +corridors and staircase were dark, but by the time the squire had +mounted on his gouty legs, candles had been lighted, and the face +of the housebreaker was for the first time visible. Two servants +held the man; the others, with Desmond and Dickon, looked on in +amazement.</p> +<p>"Job Grinsell, on my soul and body!" cried the squire. "You +villain! You ungrateful knave! Is this how you repay me? I might +have hanged you, you scoundrel, when you poached my game; a word +from me and Sir Philip would have seen you whipped before he let +his inn to you; but I was too kind; I am a fool; and you--by, gad, +you shall hang this time."</p> +<p>The squire's face was purple with anger, and he shook his stick +as though then and there he would have wrought chastisement on the +offender. Grinsell's flabby face, however, expressed amusement +rather than fear.</p> +<p>"Bless my soul!" cried the squire, suddenly turning to his men, +"I'd forgotten the other villain. Off with you; search for him; +bring him here."</p> +<p>Desmond had already set off to look for Grinsell's accomplice. +Taper in hand he went quickly from room to room; joined by the +squire's servants, he searched every nook and cranny of the house, +examining doors and windows, opening cupboards, poking at +curtains--all in vain. At last, at the end of a dark corridor, he +came upon an open window some ten feet above the ground. It was so +narrow that a man of ordinary size must have had some difficulty in +squeezing his shoulders through; but Desmond was forced to the +conclusion that the housebreaker had sprung out here, and by this +time had made good his escape. Disappointed at his failure, he +returned with the servants to the library.</p> +<p>"We can't find him, Sir Willoughby," said Desmond, as he opened +the door.</p> +<p>To his surprise, Grinsell and Dickon were gone; no one but the +squire was in the room, and he was sitting in a big chair, limp and +listless, his eyes fixed upon the floor.</p> +<p>"We can't find him," repeated Desmond.</p> +<p>The squire looked up.</p> +<p>"What did you say?" he asked, as though the events of the past +half-hour were a blank. "Oh, 'tis you, Desmond, yes; what can I do +for you?"</p> +<p>Desmond was embarrassed.</p> +<p>"I--we have--we have looked for the other villain, Sir +Willoughby," he stammered. "We can't find him."</p> +<p>"Ah! 'Twas you gave the alarm. Good boy; zeal, excellent; but a +little mistake; yes, Grinsell explained; a mistake, Desmond."</p> +<p>The squire spoke hurriedly, disconnectedly, with an +embarrassment even greater than Desmond's.</p> +<p>"But, sir," the boy began, "I saw--"</p> +<p>"Yes, yes," interrupted the old man. "I know all about it. But +Grinsell's explanation--yes, I know all about it. I am obliged to +you, Desmond; but I am satisfied with Grinsell's explanation; I +shall go no further in the matter."</p> +<p>He groaned and put his hand to his head.</p> +<p>"Are you ill, Sir Willoughby?" asked Desmond anxiously.</p> +<p>The squire looked up; his face was an image of distress. He was +silent for a moment; then said slowly:</p> +<p>"Sick at heart, Desmond, sick at heart. I am an old man--an old +man."</p> +<p>Desmond was uncomfortable. He had never seen the squire in such +a mood, and had a healthy boy's natural uneasiness at any display +of feeling.</p> +<p>"You see that portrait?" the squire went on, pointing wearily +with his stick at the head of a young man done in oils. "The son of +my oldest friend--my dear old friend Merriman. I never told you of +him. Nine years ago, Desmond--nine years ago, my old friend was as +hale and hearty a man as myself, and George was the apple of his +eye. They were for the king--God save him!-and when word came that +Prince Charles was marching south from Scotland, they arranged +secretly with a party of loyal gentlemen to join him. But I hung +back; I had not their courage; I am alive, and I lost my +friend."</p> +<p>His voice sank, and, leaning heavily upon his stick, he gazed +vacantly into space. Desmond was perplexed and still more ill at +ease. What had this to do with the incidents of the night? He +shrank from asking the question.</p> +<p>"Yes, I lost my friend," the squire continued. "We had news of +the prince; he had left Carlisle; he was moving southwards, about +to strike a blow for his father's throne. He was approaching Derby. +George Merriman sent a message to his friends, appointing a +rendezvous: gallant gentlemen, they would join the Stuart flag! The +day came, they met, and the minions of the Hanoverian surrounded +them. Betrayed!--poor, loyal gentlemen, betrayed by one who had +their confidence and abused it--one of my own blood, Desmond--the +shame of it! They were tried, hanged--hanged! It broke my old +friend's heart; he died; 'twas one of my blood that killed +him."</p> +<p>Again speech failed him. Then, with a sudden change of manner, +he said:</p> +<p>"But 'tis late, boy; your brother keeps early hours. I am not +myself tonight; the memory of the past unnerves me. Bid me good +night, boy."</p> +<p>Desmond hesitated, biting his lips. What of the motive of his +visit? He had come to ask advice; could he go without having +mentioned the subject that troubled him? The old man had sunk into +a reverie; his lips moved as though he communed with himself. +Desmond had not the heart to intrude his concerns on one so bowed +with grief.</p> +<p>"Good night, Sir Willoughby!" he said.</p> +<p>The squire paid no heed, and Desmond, vexed, bewildered, went +slowly from the room.</p> +<p>At the outer door he found Dickon awaiting him.</p> +<p>"The squire has let Grinsell go, Dickon," he said; "he says +'twas all a mistake."</p> +<p>"If squire says it, then 't must be," said Dickon slowly, +nodding his head.</p> +<p>"We'n better be goin' home, sir."</p> +<p>"But you had something to tell Sir Willoughby?"</p> +<p>"Ay, sure, but he knows it--knows it better'n me."</p> +<p>"Come, Dickon, what is this mystery! I am in a maze; what is it, +man?"</p> +<p>"Binna fur a aged, poor feller like me to say. We'n better go +home, sir."</p> +<p>Nothing that Desmond said prevailed upon Dickon to tell more, +and the two started homewards across the fields.</p> +<p>Some minutes afterwards they heard the sound of a horse's hoofs +clattering on the road to their left, and going in the same +direction. It was an unusual sound at that late hour, and both +stopped instinctively and looked at each other.</p> +<p>"A late traveler, Dickon," said Desmond.</p> +<p>"Ay, maybe a king's post, Measter Desmond," replied the old +man.</p> +<p>Without more words they went on till they came to a lane leading +to the laborer's cottage.</p> +<p>"We part here," said Desmond. "Dickon, good night!"</p> +<p>"Good night to you, sir!" said the old man. He paused; then, in +a grave, earnest, quavering voice, he added: "The Lord Almighty +have you in his keeping, Measter Desmond, watch over you night and +day, now and evermore."</p> +<p>And with that he hobbled down the lane.</p> +<p>At nine o'clock that night Richard Burke left the Grange--an +unusual thing for him--and walked quickly to the Four Alls. The inn +was closed, and shutters darkened the windows; but, seeing a chink +of light between the folds, the farmer knocked at the door. There +was no answer. He knocked again and again, grumbling under his +breath. At length, when his patience was almost exhausted, a window +above opened, and, looking up, Mr. Burke dimly saw a head.</p> +<p>"Is that you, Grinsell?" he asked.</p> +<p>"No, massa."</p> +<p>"Oh, you're the black boy, Mr. Diggle's servant. Is your master +in?"</p> +<p>"No, massa."</p> +<p>"Well, come down and open the door. I'll wait for him."</p> +<p>"Massa said no open door for nuffin."</p> +<p>"Confound you, open at once! He knows me; I'm a friend of his; +open the door!"</p> +<p>"Massa said no open door for nobody."</p> +<p>The farmer pleaded, stormed, cursed, but Scipio Africanus was +inflexible. His master had given him orders, and the boy had +learned, at no little cost, that it was the wisest and safest +policy to obey. Finding that neither threats nor persuasion +availed, Burke took a stride or two in the direction of home; then +he halted, pondered for a moment, changed his mind, and began to +pace up and down the road.</p> +<p>His restless movements were by and by checked by the sound of +footsteps approaching. He crossed the road, stood in the shadow of +an elm and waited. The footsteps drew nearer; he heard low voices, +and now discerned two dark figures against the lighter road. They +came to the inn and stopped. One of them took a key from his pocket +and inserted it in the lock.</p> +<p>"'Tis you at last," said Burke, stepping out from his place of +concealment. "That boy of yours would not let me in, hang him!"</p> +<p>At the first words Diggle started and swung round, his right +hand flying to his pocket; but, recognizing the voice almost +immediately, he laughed.</p> +<p>"'Tis you, my friend," he said. "<i>Multa de nocte profectus +es</i>. But you've forgot all your Latin, Dick. What is the news, +man? Come in."</p> +<p>"The bird is flitting, Sim, that's all. He has not been home. +His mother was in a rare to-do. I pacified her; told her I'd sent +him to Chester to sell oats--haw, haw! He has taken some clothes +and gone. But he won't go far, I trow, without seeing you, and I +look to you to carry out the bargain."</p> +<p>"Egad, Dick, I need no persuasion. He won't go without me, I +promise you that. I've a bone to pick with him myself--eh, friend +Job?"</p> +<p>Grinsell swore a hearty oath. At this moment the silence without +was broken by the sound of a trotting horse.</p> +<p>"Is the door bolted?" whispered Burke. "I mustn't be seen +here."</p> +<p>"Trust me fur that," said Grinsell. "But no one will stop here +at this time o' night."</p> +<p>But the three men stood silent, listening. The sound steadily +grew louder; the horse was almost abreast of the inn; it was +passing--but no, it came to a halt; they heard a man's footsteps, +and the sound of the bridle being hitched to a hook in the wall. +Then there was a sharp rap at the door.</p> +<p>"Who's there?" cried Grinsell gruffly.</p> +<p>"Open the door instantly," said a loud, masterful voice.</p> +<p>Burke looked aghast.</p> +<p>"You can't let him in," he whispered.</p> +<p>The others exchanged glances.</p> +<p>"Open the door," cried the voice again. "D'you hear, Grinsell? +At once!--or I ride to Drayton for the constables."</p> +<p>Grinsell gave Diggle a meaning look.</p> +<p>"Slip out by the back door, Mr. Burke," said the innkeeper. +"I'll make a noise with the bolts so that he cannot hear you."</p> +<p>Burke hastily departed, and Grinsell, after long, loud fumbling +with the bolts, threw open the door and gave admittance to the +squire.</p> +<p>"Ah, you are here both," said Sir Willoughby, standing in the +middle of the floor, his riding whip in his hand.</p> +<p>"Now, Mr.--Diggle, I think you call yourself, I'm a man of few +words, as you know. I have to say this, I give you till eight +o'clock tomorrow morning; if you are not gone, bag and baggage, by +that time, I will issue a warrant. Is that clear?"</p> +<p>"Perfectly," said Diggle with his enigmatical smile.</p> +<p>"And one word more. Show your face again in these parts and I +shall have you arrested. I have spared you twice for your mother's +sake. This is my last warning.</p> +<p>"Grinsell, you hear that, too?"</p> +<p>"I hear 't," growled the man.</p> +<p>"Remember it, for, mark my words, you'll share his fate."</p> +<p>The squire was gone.</p> +<p>Grinsell scowled with malignant spite; Diggle laughed +softly.</p> +<p>"<i>Quanta de spe decidi</i>!" he said, "which in plain English, +friend Job, means that we are dished--utterly, absolutely. I must +go on my travels again. Well, such was my intention; the only +difference is, that I go with an empty purse instead of a full one. +Who'd have thought the old dog would ha' been such an +unconscionable time dying!"</p> +<p>"Gout or no gout, he's good for another ten year," growled the +innkeeper.</p> +<p>"Well, I'll give him five. And, with the boy out of the way, +maybe I'll come to my own even yet. The young puppy!"</p> +<p>At this moment Diggle's face was by no means pleasant to look +upon.</p> +<p>"Fate has always had a grudge against me, Job. In the old days, +I bethink me, 'twas I that was always found out. You had many an +escape."</p> +<p>"Till the last. But I've come out of this well." He chuckled. +"To think what a fool blood makes of a man! Squire winna touch me, +'cause of you. But it must gall him; ay, it must gall him."</p> +<p>"I--list!" said Diggle suddenly. "There are footsteps again. Is +it Burke coming back? The door's open, Job."</p> +<p>The innkeeper went to the door and peered into the dark. A +slight figure came up at that moment--a boy, with a bundle in his +hand.</p> +<p>"Is that you, Grinsell? Is Mr. Diggle in?"</p> +<p>"Come in, my friend," said Diggle, hastening to the door. "We +were just talking of you. Come in; 'tis a late hour; <i>si +vespertinus subito</i>--you remember old Horace? True, we haven't a +hen to baste with Falernian for you, but sure friend Job can find a +wedge of Cheshire and a mug of ale. Come in."</p> +<p>And Desmond went into the inn.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch6" id="Ch6">Chapter 6</a>: In which the reader +becomes acquainted with William Bulger and other sailor men; and +our hero as a squire of dames acquits himself with credit.</h2> +<p>One warm October afternoon, some ten days after the night of his +visit to the Four Alls, Desmond was walking along the tow path of +the Thames, somewhat north of Kingston. As he came to the spot +where the river bends round towards Teddington, he met a man +plodding along with a rope over his shoulder, hauling a laden +hoy.</p> +<p>"Can you tell me the way to the Waterman's Rest?" asked +Desmond.</p> +<p>"Ay, that can I," replied the man without stopping. "'Tis about +a quarter mile behind me, right on waterside. And the best beer +this side o' Greenwich."</p> +<p>Thanking him, Desmond walked on. He had not gone many yards +farther before there fell upon his ear, from some point ahead, the +sound of several rough voices raised in chorus, trolling a tune +that seemed familiar to him. As he came nearer to the singers, he +distinguished the words of the song, and remembered the occasion on +which he had heard them before: the evening of Clive's banquet at +Market Drayton--the open window of the Four Alls, the voice of +Marmaduke Diggle.</p> +<p>"Sir William Norris, Masulipatam"--these were the first words he +caught; and immediately afterwards the voices broke into the second +verse:</p> +<pre> +"Says Governor Pitt, Fort George, Madras, +'I know what you are: an ass, an ass, +An ass, an ass, an ASS, an ASS,' +Signed 'Governor Pitt, Fort George, Madras.'" +</pre> +<p>And at the conclusion there was a clatter of metal upon wood, +and then one voice, loud and rotund, struck up the first verse once +more--"Says Billy Norris, Masulipatam"--The singer was in the +middle of the stave when Desmond, rounding a privet hedge, came +upon the scene. A patch of greensward, sloping up from a slipway on +the riverside; a low, cozy-looking inn of red brick covered with a +crimson creeper; in front of it a long deal table, and seated at +the table a group of some eight or ten seamen, each with a pewter +tankard before him. To the left, and somewhat in the rear of the +long table, was a smaller one, at which two seamen, by their garb a +cut above the others, sat opposite each other, intent on some +game.</p> +<p>Desmond's attention was drawn towards the larger table. Rough as +was the common seaman of George the Second's time, the group here +collected would have been hard to match for villainous looks. One +had half his teeth knocked out, another a broken nose; all bore +scars and other marks of battery.</p> +<p>Among them, however, there was one man marked out by his general +appearance and facial expression as superior to the rest. In dress +he was no different from his mates; he wore the loose blouse, the +pantaloons, the turned-up cloth hat of the period. But he towered +above them in height; he had a very large head, with a very small +squab nose, merry eyes, and a fringe of jet-black hair round cheeks +and chin.</p> +<p>When he removed his hat presently he revealed a shiny pink +skull, rising from short, wiry hair as black as his whiskers. Alone +of the group, he wore no love locks or greased pigtail. In his +right hand, when Desmond first caught sight of him, he held a +tankard, waving it to and fro in time with his song. He had lost +his left hand and forearm, which were replaced by an iron hook +projecting from a wooden socket, just visible in his loose +sleeve.</p> +<p>He was halfway through the second stanza when he noticed Desmond +standing at the angle of the hedge a few yards away. He fixed his +merry eyes on the boy, and, beating time with his hook, went on +with the song in stentorian tones:</p> +<pre> +"An ass, an ass, an Ass, an ASS, +Signed 'Governor Pitt, Fort George, Madras.'" +</pre> +<p>The others took up the chorus, and finally brought their +tankards down upon the deal with a resounding whack.</p> +<p>"Ahoy, Mother Wiggs, more beer!" shouted the big man.</p> +<p>Desmond went forward.</p> +<p>"Is this the Waterman's Rest?"</p> +<p>"Ay, ay, young gen'leman, and a blamed restful place it is, too, +fit for watermen what en't naught but landlubbers, speaking by the +book, but not fit for the likes of us jack tars. Eh, mateys?"</p> +<p>His companions grunted acquiescence.</p> +<p>"I have a message for Mr. Toley; is he here?"</p> +<p>"Ay, that he is. That's him at the table yonder.</p> +<p>"Mr. Toley, sir, a young gen'leman to see you."</p> +<p>Desmond advanced to the smaller table. The two men looked up +from their game of dominoes. One was a tall, lean fellow, with +lined and sunken cheeks covered with iron-gray stubble, a very +sharp nose, and colorless eyes; the expression of his features was +melancholy in the extreme. The other was a shorter man, snub-nosed, +big-mouthed; one eye was blue, the other green, and they looked in +contrary directions. His hat was tilted forward, resting on two +bony prominences above his eyebrows.</p> +<p>"Well?" said Mr. Toley, the man of melancholy countenance.</p> +<p>"I have a message from Captain Barker," said Desmond. "I am to +say that he expects you and the men at Custom House Quay next +Wednesday morning, high tide at five o'clock."</p> +<p>Mr. Toley lifted the tankard at his left hand, drained it, +smacked his lips, then said in a hollow voice:</p> +<p>"Bulger, Custom House Quay, Wednesday morning, five +o'clock."</p> +<p>A grunt of satisfaction and relief rolled round the company, and +in response to repeated cries for more beer a stout woman in a mob +cap and dirty apron came from the inn with a huge copper can, from +which she proceeded to fill the empty tankards.</p> +<p>"Is the press still hot, sir?" asked Mr. Toley.</p> +<p>"Yes. Four men, I was told, were hauled out of the Good Intent +yesterday."</p> +<p>"And four bad bargains for the king," put in the second man, +whose cross glances caused Desmond no little discomfort.</p> +<p>At this moment Joshua Wiggs, the innkeeper, came up, carrying +three fowling pieces.</p> +<p>"There be plenty o' ducks today, mister," he said.</p> +<p>"Then we'll try our luck," said Mr. Toley, rising.</p> +<p>"Thank 'ee, my lad," he added to Desmond. "You'll take a sup +with the men afore you go?</p> +<p>"Bulger, see to the gentleman."</p> +<p>"Ay, ay, sir.</p> +<p>"Come aboard, matey."</p> +<p>He made a place for Desmond at his side on the bench, and called +to Mother Wiggs to bring a mug for the gentleman. Meanwhile, Mr. +Toley and his companion had each taken a fowling piece and gone +away with the landlord. Bulger winked at his companions, and when +the sportsmen were out of earshot he broke into a guffaw.</p> +<p>"Rare sport they'll have! I wouldn't be in Mr. Toley's shoes for +something. What's a cock-eyed man want with a gun in his hand, eh, +mateys?"</p> +<p>Desmond felt somewhat out of his element in his present company; +but having reasons of his own for making himself pleasant, he said, +by way of opening a conversation:</p> +<p>"You seem pleased at the idea of going to sea again, Mr. +Bulger."</p> +<p>"Well, we are and we en't, eh, mateys? The Waterman's Rest en't +exactly the kind of place to spend shore leave; it en't a patch on +Wapping or Rotherhithe. And to tell 'ee true, we're dead sick of +it. But there's reasons; there mostly is; and the whys and +wherefores, therefores and becauses, I dessay you know, young +gen'lman, acomin' from Captain Barker."</p> +<p>"The press gang?"</p> +<p>"Ay, the press is hot in these days. Cap'n sent us here to be +out o' the way, and the orficers to look arter us. Not but what +'tis safer for them too; for if Mr. Sunman showed his cock-eyes +anywhere near the Pool, he'd be nabbed by the bailiffs, sure as +he's second mate o' the Good Intent. Goin' to sea's bad enough, but +the Waterman's Rest and holdin' on the slack here's worse, eh, +mateys?"</p> +<p>"Ay, you're right there, Bulger."</p> +<p>"But why don't you like going to sea?" asked Desmond.</p> +<p>"Why? You're a landlubber, sir--meanin' no offense--or you +wouldn't axe sich a foolish question. At sea 'tis all rope's end +and salt pork, with Irish horse for a tit-bit."</p> +<p>"Irish horse?"</p> +<p>"Ay. That's our name for it. 'Cos why? Explain to the gen'lman, +mateys."</p> +<p>With a laugh the men began to chant--</p> +<pre> +"Salt horse, salt horse, what brought you here? +You've carried turf for many a year. +From Dublin quay to Mallyack +You've carried turf upon your back." +</pre> +<p>"That's the why and wherefore of it," added Bulger. "Cooks call +it salt beef, same as French mounseers don't like the sound of +taters an' calls 'em pummy detair; but we calls it Irish horse, +which we know the flavor. Accordingly, notwithstandin' an' for that +reason, if you axe the advice of an old salt, never you go to sea, +matey."</p> +<p>"That's unfortunate," said Desmond, with a smile, "because I +expect to sail next Wednesday morning, high tide at five +o'clock."</p> +<p>"Binks and barnacles! Be you a-goin' to sail with us?"</p> +<p>"I hope so."</p> +<p>"Billy come up! You've got business out East, then?"</p> +<p>"Not yet, but I hope to have. I'm going out as supercargo."</p> +<p>"Oh! As supercargo!"</p> +<p>Bulger winked at his companions, and a hoarse titter went the +round of the table.</p> +<p>"Well," continued Bulger, "the supercargo do have a better time +of it than us poor chaps. And what do Cap'n Barker say to you as +supercargo, which you are very young, sir?"</p> +<p>"I don't know Captain Barker."</p> +<p>"Oho! But I thought as how you brought a message from the +captain?"</p> +<p>"Yes, but it came through Mr. Diggle."</p> +<p>"Ah! Mr. Diggle?"</p> +<p>"A friend of mine--a friend of the captain. He has arranged +everything."</p> +<p>"I believe you, matey. He's arranged everything. Supercargo! +Well, to be sure! Never a supercargo as I ever knowed but wanted a +man to look arter him, fetch and carry for him, so to say. How +would I do, if I might make so bold?"</p> +<p>"Thanks," said Desmond, smiling as he surveyed the man's huge +form. "But I think Captain Barker might object to that. You'd be of +more use on deck, in spite of--"</p> +<p>He paused, but his glance at the iron hook had not escaped +Bulger's observant eye.</p> +<p>"Spite of the curlin' tongs, you'd say. Bless you, spit it out; +I en't tender in my feelin's."</p> +<p>"Besides," added Desmond, "I shall probably make use of the boy +who has been attending to me at the Goat and Compasses--a clever +little black boy of Mr. Diggle's."</p> +<p>"Black boys be hanged! I never knowed a Sambo as was any use on +board ship. They howls when they're sick, and they're allers sick, +and never larns to tell a marlinspike from a belayin' pin."</p> +<p>"But Scipio isn't one of that sort. He's never sick, Mr. Diggle +says; they've been several voyages together, and Scipio knows a +ship from stem to stern."</p> +<p>"Scipio, which his name is? Uncommon name, that."</p> +<p>There was a new tone in Bulger's voice, and he gave Desmond a +keen and, as it seemed, a troubled look.</p> +<p>"Yes, it is strange," replied the boy, vaguely aware of the +change of manner. "But Mr. Diggle has ways of his own."</p> +<p>"This Mr. Diggle, now; I may be wrong, but I should say--yes, +he's short, with bow legs and a wart on his cheek?"</p> +<p>"No, no; you must be thinking of some one else. He is tall, +rather a well-looking man; he hasn't a wart, but there is a scar on +his brow, something like yours."</p> +<p>"Ah, I know they sort; a fightin' sort o' feller, with a voice +like--which I say, like a nine pounder?"</p> +<p>"Well, not exactly; he speaks rather quietly; he is well +educated, too, to judge by the Latin he quotes."</p> +<p>"Sure now, a scholard. Myself, I never had no book larnin' to +speak of; never got no further than pothooks an' hangers!"</p> +<p>He laughed as he lifted his hook. But he seemed to be +disinclined for further conversation. He buried his face in his +tankard, and when he had taken a long pull, set the vessel on the +table and stared at it with a preoccupied air. He seemed to have +forgotten the presence of Desmond. The other men were talking among +themselves, and Desmond, having by this time finished his mug of +beer, rose to go on his way.</p> +<p>"Goodby, Mr. Bulger," he said; "we shall meet again next +Wednesday."</p> +<p>"Ay, ay, sir," returned the man.</p> +<p>He looked long after the boy as he walked away.</p> +<p>"Supercargo!" he muttered. "Diggle! I may be wrong, but--"</p> +<p>Desmond had come through Southwark and across Clapham and +Wimbledon Common, thus approaching the Waterman's Rest from the +direction of Kingston. Accustomed as he was to long tramps, he felt +no fatigue, and with a boy's natural curiosity he decided to return +to the city by a different route, following the river bank. He had +not walked far before he came to the ferry at Twickenham. The view +on the other side of the river attracted him: meadows dotted with +cows and sheep, a verdant hill with pleasant villas here and there; +and, seeing the ferryman resting on his oars, he accosted him.</p> +<p>"Can I get to London if I cross here?" he asked.</p> +<p>"Sure you can, sir. Up the hill past Mr. Walpole his house; then +you comes to Isleworth and Brentford, and a straight road through +Hammersmith village--a fine walk, sir, and only a penny for the +ferryman."</p> +<p>Desmond paid his penny and crossed. He sauntered along up +Strawberry Hill, taking a good look at the snug little house upon +which Mr. Horace Walpole was spending much money and pains. +Wandering on, and preferring bylanes to the high road, he lost his +bearings, and at length, fearing that he was going in the wrong +direction, he stopped at a wayside cottage to inquire the way.</p> +<p>He was farther out than he knew. The woman who came to the door +in answer to his knock said that, having come so far, he had better +proceed in the same direction until he reached Hounslow, and then +strike into the London road and keep to it.</p> +<p>Desmond was nothing loath. He had heard of Hounslow and those +notorious "Diana's foresters," Plunket and James +Maclean--highwaymen who a few years before had been the terror of +night travelers across the lonely Heath. There was a fascination +about the scene of their exploits. So he trudged on, feeling now a +little tired, and hoping to get a lift in some farmer's cart that +might be going towards London.</p> +<p>More than once as he walked his thoughts recurred to the scene +at the Waterman's Rest. They were a rough, villainous-looking set, +these members of the crew of the Good Intent! Of course, as +supercargo he would not come into close contact with them; and Mr. +Diggle had warned him that he would find seafaring men somewhat +different from the country folk among whom all his life hitherto +had been passed.</p> +<p>Diggle's frankness had pleased him. They had left the Four Alls +early on the morning after that strange incident at the squire's. +Desmond had told his friend what had happened, and Diggle, +apparently surprised to learn of Grinsell's villainy, had declared +that the sooner they were out of his company the better. They had +come by easy stages to London, and were now lodging at a small inn +near the Tower: not a very savory neighborhood, Diggle admitted, +but convenient. Diggle had soon obtained for Desmond a berth on +board the Good Intent bound for the East Indies, and from what he +let drop, the boy understood that he was to sail as supercargo.</p> +<p>He had not yet seen the vessel; she was painting, and would +shortly be coming up to the Pool. Nor had he seen Captain Barker, +who was very much occupied, said Diggle, and had a great deal of +trouble in keeping his crew out of the clutches of the press gang. +Some of the best of them had been sent to the Waterman's Rest in +charge of the chief and second mates. It was at Diggle's suggestion +that he had been deputed to convey the captain's message to the +men.</p> +<p>It was drawing towards evening when Desmond reached Hounslow +Heath; a wide, bare expanse of scrubby land intersected by a muddy +road. A light mist lay over the ground, and he was thankful that +the road to London was perfectly direct, so that there was no +further risk of his losing his way. The solitude and the dismal +appearance of the country, together with its ill repute, made him +quicken his pace, though he had no fear of molestation; having +nothing to lose, he would be but poor prey for a highwayman, and he +trusted to his cudgel to protect him from the attentions of any +single footpad or tramp.</p> +<p>Striding along in the gathering dusk, he came suddenly upon a +curious scene. A heavy traveling carriage was drawn half across the +road, its forewheels perilously near the ditch. Near by was a lady, +standing with arms stiff and hands clenched, stamping her foot as +she addressed, in no measured terms, two men who were rolling over +one another in a desperate tussle a few yards away on the heath. As +Desmond drew nearer he perceived that a second and younger lady +stood at the horses' heads, grasping the bridles firmly with both +hands.</p> +<p>His footsteps were unheard on the heavy road, and the elder +lady's back being towards him, he came up to her unawares. She +started with a little cry when she saw a stranger move towards her +out of the gloom. But perceiving at a second glance that he was +only a boy, with nothing villainous about his appearance, she +turned to him impulsively and, taking him by the sleeve, said:</p> +<p>"There! You see them! The wretches! They are drunk and pay no +heed to me! Can you part them? I do not wish to be benighted on +this heath. The wretch uppermost is the coachman."</p> +<p>"I might part them, perhaps," said Desmond dubiously. "Of course +I will try, ma'am."</p> +<p>"Sure I wouldn't trust 'em, mamma," called the younger lady from +the horses' heads. "The man is too drunk to drive."</p> +<p>"I fear 'tis so. 'Tis not our own man, sir. As we returned today +from a visit to Taplow our coachman was trampled by a horse at +Slough, and my husband stayed with him--an old and trusty +servant--till he could consult a surgeon. We found a substitute at +the inn to drive us home. But the wretch brought a bottle; he drank +with the footman all along the road; and now, as you see, they are +at each other's throats in their drunken fury. Sure we shall never +get home in time for the rout we are bid to."</p> +<p>"Shall I drive you to London, ma'am?" said Desmond, "'Twere best +to leave the men to settle their differences."</p> +<p>"But can you drive?"</p> +<p>"Oh, yes," replied Desmond, with a smile. "I am used to +horses."</p> +<p>"Then I beg you to oblige us. Yes, let the wretches fight +themselves sober.</p> +<p>"Phyllis, this gentleman will drive us; come."</p> +<p>The girl--a fair, rosy cheeked, merry-eyed damsel of fifteen or +thereabouts--left the horses' heads and entered the carriage with +her mother. Desmond made a rapid examination of the harness to see +that all was right; then he mounted the box and drove off. The +noise of the rumbling wheels penetrated the besotted intelligence +of the struggling men; they scrambled to their feet, looked wildly +about them, and set off in pursuit. But they had no command of +their limbs; they staggered clumsily this way and that, and finally +found their level in the slimy ditch that flanked the road.</p> +<p>Desmond whipped up the horses in the highest spirits. He had +hoped for a lift in a farmer's cart; fortune had favored him in +giving him four roadsters to drive himself. And no boy, certainly +not one of his romantic impulses, but would feel elated at the idea +of helping ladies in distress, and on a spot known far and wide as +the scene of perilous adventure.</p> +<p>The carriage was heavy; the road, though level, was thick with +autumn mud; and the horses made no great speed. Desmond, indeed, +durst not urge them too much, for the mist was thickening, making +the air even darker than the hour warranted; and as the roadway had +neither hedge nor wall to define it, but was bounded on each side +by a ditch, it behooved him to go warily.</p> +<p>He had just come to a particularly heavy part of the road where +the horses were compelled to walk, when he heard the thud of hoofs +some distance behind him. The sound made him vaguely uneasy. It +ceased for a moment or two; then he heard it again, and realized +that the horse was coming at full gallop. Instinctively he whipped +up the horses. The ladies had also heard the sound; and, putting +her head out of the window, the elder implored him to drive +faster.</p> +<p>Could the two besotted knaves have put the horseman on his +track, he wondered. They must believe that the carriage had been +run away with, and in their tipsy rage they would seize any means +of overtaking him that offered. The horseman might be an +inoffensive traveler; on the other hand, he might not. It was best +to leave nothing to chance. With a cheery word, to give the ladies +confidence, he lashed at the horses and forced the carriage on at a +pace that put its clumsy springs to a severe test.</p> +<p>Fortunately the road was straight, and the horses instinctively +kept to the middle of the track. But fast as they were now going, +Desmond felt that if the horseman was indeed pursuing he would soon +be overtaken. He must be prepared for the worst. Gripping the reins +hard with his left hand, he dropped the whip for a moment and felt +in the box below the seat in the hope of finding a pistol; but it +was empty.</p> +<p>He whistled under his breath at the discovery: if the pursuer +was a "gentleman of the road" his predicament was indeed awkward. +The carriage was rumbling and rattling so noisily that he had long +since lost the sound of the horse's hoofs behind. He could not +pause to learn if the pursuit had ceased; his only course was to +drive on. Surely he would soon reach the edge of the heath; there +would be houses; every few yards must bring him nearer to the +possibility of obtaining help. Thus thinking, he clenched his teeth +and lashed the reeking flanks of the horses, which plunged along +now at a mad gallop.</p> +<p>Suddenly, above the noise of their hoofs and the rattling of the +coach he heard an angry shout. A scream came from the ladies. +Heeding neither, Desmond quickly reversed his whip, holding it +halfway down the long handle, with the heavy iron-tipped stock +outward. The horseman came galloping up on the right side, shouted +to Desmond to stop, and without waiting drew level with the box and +fired point blank.</p> +<p>But the rapid movement of his horse and the swaying of the +carriage forbade him to take careful aim. Desmond felt the wind of +the bullet as it whizzed past him. Next moment he leaned slightly +sidewise, and, never loosening his hold on the reins with his left +hand, he brought the weighty butt of his whip with a rapid cut, +half sidewise, half downwards, upon the horseman's head. The man +with a cry swerved on the saddle; almost before Desmond could +recover his balance he was amazed to see the horse dash suddenly to +the right, spring across the ditch, and gallop at full speed across +the heath.</p> +<p>But he had no time at the moment to speculate on this very easy +victory. The horses, alarmed by the pistol shot, were plunging +madly, dragging the vehicle perilously near to the ditch on the +left hand. Then Desmond's familiarity with animals, gained at so +much cost to himself on his brother's farm, bore good fruit. He +spoke to the horses soothingly, managed them with infinite tact, +and coaxed them into submission. Then he let them have their heads, +and they galloped on at speed, pausing only when they reached the +turnpike going into Brentford. They were then in a bath of foam; +their flanks heaving like to burst.</p> +<p>Learning from the turnpike man that he could obtain a change of +horses at the "Bull" inn, Desmond drove there, and was soon upon +his way again.</p> +<p>While the change was being made, he obtained from the lady the +address in Soho Square where she was staying. The new horses were +fresh; the carriage rattled through Gunnersbury, past the turnpike +at Hammersmith and through Kensington, and soon after nine o'clock +Desmond had the satisfaction of pulling up at the door of Sheriff +Soames' mansion in Soho Square.</p> +<p>The door was already open, the rattle of wheels having brought +lackeys with lighted torches to welcome the belated travelers. +Torches flamed in the cressets on both sides of the entrance. The +hall was filled with servants and members of the household, and in +the bustle that ensued when the ladies in their brocades and hoops +had entered the house, Desmond saw an opportunity of slipping away. +He felt that it was perhaps a little ungracious to go without a +word to the ladies; but he was tired; he was unaccustomed to town +society, and the service he had been able to render seemed to him +so slight that he was modestly eager to efface himself. Leaving the +carriage in the hands of one of the lackeys, with a few words of +explanation, he hastened on towards Holborn and the city.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch7" id="Ch7">Chapter 7</a>: In which Colonel Clive +suffers an unrecorded defeat; and our hero finds food for +reflection.</h2> +<p>It was four o'clock, and Tuesday afternoon--the day before the +Good Intent was to sail from the Pool. Desmond was kicking his +heels in his inn, longing for the morrow. Even now he had not seen +the vessel on which he was to set forth in quest of his fortune. +She lay in the Pool, but Diggle had found innumerable reasons why +Desmond should not visit her until he embarked for good and all. +She was loading her cargo; he would be in the way. Captain Barker +was in a bad temper; better not see him in his tantrums. The press +gangs were active; they thought nothing of boarding a vessel and +seizing on any active young fellow who looked a likely subject for +his Majesty's navy. Such were the reasons alleged.</p> +<p>And so Desmond had to swallow his impatience and fill in his +time as best he might; reading the newspapers, going to see Mr. +Garrick and Mistress Kitty Clive at Drury Lane, spending an odd +evening at Ranelagh Gardens.</p> +<p>On this Tuesday afternoon he had nothing to do. Diggle was out; +Desmond had read the newspapers and glanced at the last number of +the World; he had written to his mother--the third letter since his +arrival in London; he could not settle to anything. He resolved to +go for a walk as far as St. Paul's, perhaps, and take a last look +at the busy streets he was not likely to see again for many a +day.</p> +<p>Forth then he issued. The streets were muddy; a mist was +creeping up from the river, promising to thicken into a London fog, +and the link boys were already preparing their tow and looking for +a rich harvest of coppers ere the night was old. Desmond picked his +way through the quagmires of John Street, crossed Crutched Friars, +and went up Mark Lane into Fenchurch Street, intending to go by +Leadenhall Street and Cornhill into Cheapside.</p> +<p>He had just reached the lower end of Billiter Street, the narrow +thoroughfare leading into Leadenhall, when he saw Diggle's tall +figure running amain towards him, with another man close behind, +apparently in hot pursuit. Diggle caught sight of Desmond at the +same moment, and his eyes gleamed as with relief. He quickened his +pace.</p> +<p>"Hold this fellow behind me," he panted as he passed, and before +Desmond could put a question he was gone.</p> +<p>There was no time for deliberation. Desmond had but just +perceived that the pursuer was in the garb of a gentleman and had a +broad patch of plaster stretched across his left temple, when the +moment for action arrived. Stooping low, he suddenly caught at the +man's knees. Down he came heavily, mouthing hearty abuse, and man +and boy were on the ground together.</p> +<p>Desmond was up first. He now saw that a second figure was +hurrying on from the other end of the street. He was not sure what +Diggle demanded of him; whether it was sufficient to have tripped +up the pursuer, or whether he must hold him still in play. But by +this time the man was also on his feet; his hat was off, his silk +breeches and brown coat with lace ruffles were all bemired. Puffing +and blowing, uttering many a round oath such as came freely to the +lips of the Englishman of King George the Second's time, he shouted +to his friend behind to come on, and, disregarding Desmond, made to +continue his pursuit.</p> +<p>Desmond could but grapple with him.</p> +<p>"Let go, villain!" cried the man, striving to free himself.</p> +<p>Desmond clung on; there was a brief struggle, but he was no +match in size or strength for his opponent, who was thick-set and +of considerable girth. He fell backwards, overborne by the man's +weight. His head struck on the road; dazed by the blow he loosened +his clutch, and lay for a moment in semi-consciousness while the +man sprang away.</p> +<p>But he was not so far gone as not to hear a loud shout behind +him and near at hand, followed by the tramp of feet.</p> +<p>"Avast there!" The voice was familiar: surely it was Bulger's. +"Fair play! Fourteen stone against seven en't odds. Show a leg, +mateys."</p> +<p>The big sailor with a dozen of his mates stood full in the path +of the irate gentleman, who, seeing himself beset, drew his rapier +and prepared to fight his way through. A moment later he was joined +by his companion, who had also drawn his rapier. Together the +gentlemen stood facing the sailors.</p> +<p>"This is check, Merriman," said the last comer, as the seamen, +flourishing their hangers menacingly, pressed forward past the +prostrate body of Desmond. "The fellow has escaped you; best +withdraw at discretion."</p> +<p>"Come on," shouted Bulger, waving his hook. "Bill Bulger en't +the man to sheer off from a couple of landlubbers."</p> +<p>As with his mates in line he steadily advanced, the two +gentlemen, their lips set, their eyes fixed on the assailants, +their rapiers pointed, backed slowly up the street. The noise had +brought clerks and merchants to the doors; someone sprang a rattle; +there were cries for the watchmen; but no one actively +interfered.</p> +<p>Meanwhile Desmond had regained his senses, and, still feeling +somewhat dizzy, had sat down upon a doorstep, wondering not a +little at the pursuit and flight of Diggle and the opportune +arrival of the sailors. Everything had happened very rapidly; +scarcely two minutes had elapsed since the first onset.</p> +<p>He was still resting when there was a sudden change in the +quality of the shouts up street. Hitherto they had been boisterous +rallying cries; now they were unmistakably hearty British cheers, +expressing nothing but approval and admiration. And they came not +merely from the throats of the sailors, but from the now +considerable crowd that filled the street. A few moments afterwards +he saw the throng part, and through it Bulger marching at the head +of his mates, singing lustily. They came opposite to the step on +which he sat, and Bulger caught sight of him.</p> +<p>"Blest if it en't our supercargo!" he cried, stopping short.</p> +<p>A shout of laughter broke from the sailors. One of them struck +up a song.</p> +<pre> +"Oho! we says goodby, +But never pipes our eye, +Tho' we leaves Sue, Poll, and Kitty all behind us; +And if we drops our bones +Down along o' Davy Jones, +Why, they'll come and axe the mermaids for to find us." +</pre> +<p>"And what took ye, Mister Supercargo, to try a fall with the +fourteen stoner?"</p> +<p>"Oh, I was helping a friend."</p> +<p>"Ay, an' a friend was helpin' him, an' here's a dozen of us +a-helpin' of one supercargo."</p> +<p>"And I'm much obliged to you, Mr. Bulger. But what were you +cheering for?"</p> +<p>"Cheerin'! Why, you wouldn't guess. 'Twas General Clive, +matey."</p> +<p>"General Clive!"</p> +<p>"Ay, General Clive, him what chased the mounseers out o' Fort +St. George with a marlinspike. I didn't know him at fust, comin' up +behind t'other chap; but when I seed that purple coat with the gold +lace and the face of him above it I knowed him. In course there was +no more fight for us then; 'twas hip-hip hurray and up with our +hangers. Clive, he smiled and touched his hat. 'Bulger,' says he, +'you en't much fatter--'"</p> +<p>"Does he know you, then?"</p> +<p>"Know me! In course he does. Wasn't I bo'sun's mate on board the +Indiaman as took him east twelve year ago or more? That was afore I +got this here button hook o' mine. Ay, I remember him well, +a-trampin' up an' down deck with his hands in his pockets an' his +mouth set tight an' his chin on his stock, never speakin' to a +soul, in the doldrums if ever a lad was. Why, we all thought there +was no more spirit in him than in the old wooden +figurehead--leastways, all but me.</p> +<p>"'I may be wrong,' says I to old Tinsley the bo'sun, 'I may be +wrong,' says I, 'but I be main sure that young sad +down-in-the-mouth have got a blazin' fire somewhere in his +innards.'</p> +<p>"Ay, and time showed it. There was a lot of cadets aboard as +poked fun at the quiet chap an' talked him over, a-winkin' their +eyes. From talkin' it got to doin'. One day, goin' to his bunk, he +found it all topsyversy, hair powder on his pillow, dubbin in his +shavin' cup, salt pork wropt up in his dressin' gown. Well, I seed +him as he comed on deck, an' his face were a sight to remember, +pale as death, but his eyes a-blazin' like live coals in the galley +fire. Up he steps to the cadet as was ringleader; how he knowed it +I can't tell you, but he was sure of it, same as I always am.</p> +<p>"'Sir,' says he, quiet as a lamb, 'I want a word with you.'</p> +<p>"'Dear me!' says the cadet, 'have Mr. Clive found his voice at +last?'</p> +<p>"'Yes, sir,' says Clive, 'he has, an' something else.'</p> +<p>"Cook happened to be passin' with a tray; a lady what was +squeamish had been having her vittles on deck. Mr. Clive cotched up +a basin o' pea soup what was too greasy for madam, and in a twink +he sets it upside down on the cadet's head. Ay, 'twas a pretty +pictur', the greasy yellow stuff runnin' down over his powdered +hair an' lace collar an' fine blue coat. My eye! there was a rare +old shindy, the cadet cursin' and splutterin', the others laughin' +fit to bust 'emselves. The cadet out with his fists, but there, +'twas no manner o' use. Mr. Clive bowled him over like a ninepin +till he lay along deck all pea soup an' gore. There was no more +baitin' o' Mr. Clive that voyage.</p> +<p>"'Bo'sun,' says I, 'what did I tell you? I may be wrong, but +that young Mr. Bob Clive'll be a handful for the factors in Fort +St. George.'"</p> +<p>While this narrative had been in progress, Desmond was walking +with Bulger and his mates back towards the river.</p> +<p>"How was it you happened to be hereabouts so early?" asked +Desmond. "I didn't expect to see you till tomorrow."</p> +<p>Bulger winked.</p> +<p>"You wouldn't axe if you wasn't a landlubber, meanin' no +offense," he said. "'Tis last night ashore. We sailor men has had +enough o' Waterman's Rests an' such like. To tell you the truth, we +gave Mr. Toley the slip, and now we be goin' to have a night at the +Crown an' Anchor."</p> +<p>"What about the press gang?"</p> +<p>"We takes our chance. They won't press me, sartin sure, 'cos o' +my tenterhook here, and I'll keep my weather eye open, trust me for +that."</p> +<p>Here they parted company. Desmond watched the jolly crew as they +turned into the Minories, and heard their rollicking chorus:</p> +<pre> +"Ho! when the cargo's shipped, +An the anchor's neatly tripped, +An' the gals are weepin' bucketfuls o' sorrer, +Why, there's the decks to swab, +An' we en't a-goin' to sob, +S'pose the sharks do make a meal of us tomorrer." +</pre> +<p>At the Goat and Compasses Diggle was awaiting him.</p> +<p>"Ha! my friend, you did it as prettily as a man could wish. +<i>Solitudo aliquid adjuvat</i>, as Tully somewhere hath it, not +foreseeing my case, when solitude would have been my undoing. I +thank thee."</p> +<p>"Was the fellow attacking you?" asked Desmond.</p> +<p>"That to be sure was his intention. I was in truth in the very +article of peril; I was blown; my breath was near gone, when at the +critical moment up comes a gallant youth--<i>subvenisti homini jam +perdito</i>--and with dexterous hand stays the enemy in his +course."</p> +<p>"But what was it all about? Do you know the man?"</p> +<p>"Ods my life! 'twas a complete stranger, a man, I should guess, +of hasty passions and tetchy temper. By the merest accident, at a +somewhat crowded part, I unluckily elbowed the man into the kennel, +and though I apologized in the handsomest way, he must take offense +and seek to cut off my life, to extinguish me <i>in primo aevo</i>, +as Naso would say. But Atropos was forestalled, my thread of life +still falls uncut from Clotho's shuttle; still, still, my boy, I +bear on the torch of life unextinguished."</p> +<p>Desmond felt that all this fine phrasing, this copious draft +from classical sources, was intended to quench the ardor of his +curiosity. Diggle's explanation was very lame; the fury depicted on +the pursuer's face could scarcely be due to a mere accidental +jostling in the street. And Diggle was certainly not the man to +take to his heels on slight occasion. But, after all, Diggle's +quarrels were his own concern. That his past life included secrets +Desmond had long suspected, but he was not the first man of birth +and education who had fallen into misfortune, and at all events he +had always treated Desmond with kindness. So the boy put the matter +from his thoughts.</p> +<p>The incident, however, left a sting of vexation behind it. In +agreeing to accompany Diggle to the East, Desmond had harbored a +vague hope of falling in with Clive and taking service, in however +humble a capacity, with him. It vexed him sorely to think that +Clive, whose memory for faces, as his recognition of Bulger after +twelve years had shown, was very good, might recognize him, should +they meet, as the boy who had played a part in what was almost a +street brawl. Still, it could not be helped. Desmond comforted +himself with the hope that Clive had taken no particular note of +him, and, if they should ever encounter, would probably meet him as +a stranger.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch8" id="Ch8">Chapter 8</a>: In which several weeks +are supposed to elapse; and our hero is discovered in the +Doldrums.</h2> +<p>The Good Intent lay becalmed in the doldrums. There was not wind +enough to puff out a candle flame. The sails hung limp and idle +from the masts, yet the vessel rolled as in a storm, heaving on a +tremendous swell so violently that it would seem her masts must be +shaken out of her. The air was sweltering, the sky the color of +burnished copper, out of which the sun beat remorselessly in almost +perpendicular beams. Pitch ran from every seam of the decks, great +blisters like bubbles rose upon the woodwork; the decks were no +sooner swabbed than--presto!--it was as though they had not known +the touch of water for an age.</p> +<p>For three weeks she had lain thus. Sometimes the hot day would +be succeeded by a night of terrible storm, thunder crashing around, +the whole vault above lacerated by lightning, and rain pouring as +it were out of the fissures in sheets. But in a day all traces of +the storm would disappear, and if, meanwhile, a sudden breath of +wind had carried the vessel a few knots on her southward course, +the hopes thus raised would prove illusory, and once more she would +lie on a sea of molten lead, or, still worse, would be rocked on a +long swell that had all the discomforts of a gale without its +compensating excitement.</p> +<p>The tempers of officers and crew had gone from bad to worse. The +officers snapped and snarled at one another, and treated the men +with even more than the customary brutality of the merchant marine +of those days. The crew, lounging about half naked on the decks, +seeking what shelter they could get from the pitiless sun, with +little to do and no spirit to do anything, quarreled among +themselves, growling at the unnecessary tasks set them merely to +keep them from flying at each other's throats.</p> +<p>The Good Intent was a fine three-masted vessel of nearly four +hundred tons, large for those days, though the new East Indiamen +approached five hundred tons. When her keel was laid for the +Honorable East India Company some twenty years earlier, she had +been looked on as one of the finest merchant vessels afloat; but +the buffeting of wind and wave in a score of voyages to the eastern +seas, and the more insidious and equally destructive attacks of +worms and dry rot, had told upon her timbers. She had been sold off +and purchased by Captain Barker, who was one of the class known as +"interlopers," men who made trading voyages to the East Indies on +their own account, running the risk of their vessels being seized +and themselves penalized for infringing the Company's monopoly. She +was now filled with a miscellaneous cargo: wine in chests, beer and +cider in bottles, hats, worsted stockings, wigs, small shot, lead, +iron, knives, glass, hubblebubbles, cochineal, sword blades, toys, +coarse cloth, woolen goods--anything that would find a market among +the European merchants, the native princes, or the trading classes +of India. There was also a large consignment of muskets and +ammunition. When Desmond asked the second mate where they were +going, the reply was that if he asked no questions he would be told +no lies.</p> +<p>On this sultry afternoon a group of seamen, clad in nothing but +shirt and breeches, were lolling, lying crouching on the deck +forward, circled around Bulger. Seated on an upturned tub, he was +busily engaged in baiting a hook. Tired of the "Irish horse" and +salt pork that formed the staple of the sailors' food, he was +taking advantage of the calm to fish for bonitos, a large fish over +two feet long, the deadly enemy of the beautiful flying fish that +every now and then fell panting upon the deck in their mad flight +from marine foes. The bait was made to resemble the flying fish +itself, the hook being hidden by white rag stuffing, with feathers +pricked in to counterfeit spiked fins.</p> +<p>As the big seaman deftly worked with iron hook and right hand, +he spun yarns for the delectation of his mates. They chewed +tobacco, listened, laughed, sneered, as their temper inclined them. +Only one of the group gave him rapt and undivided attention--a slim +youth, with hollow sunburnt cheeks, long bleached hair, and large +gleaming eyes. His neck and arms were bare, and the color of boiled +lobsters; but, unlike the rest, he had no tattoo marks pricked into +his skin. His breeches were tatters, his striped shirt covered with +party-colored darns.</p> +<p>"Ay, as I was saying," said Bulger, "'twas in these latitudes, +on my last voyage but three. I was in a Bristol ship a-carryin' of +slaves from Guinea to the plantations. Storms!--I never seed such +storms nowhere; and contrariwise, calms enough to make a Quaker +sick. In course the water was short, an' scurvy come aboard, an' +'twas a hammock an' round shot for one or the other of us every +livin' day. As reg'lar as the mornin' watch the sharks came for +their breakfast; we could see 'em comin' from all p'ints o' the +compass; an' sure as seven bells struck there they was, ten deep, +with jaws wide open, like Parmiter's there when there's a go of +grog to be sarved out. We was all like the livin' skellington at +Bartlemy Fair, and our teeth droppin' out that fast, they pattered +like hailstones on the deck."</p> +<p>"How did you stick 'em in again?" interrupted Parmiter, anxious +to get even with Bulger for the allusion to his gaping jaw. He was +a thick set, ugly fellow, his face seamed with scars, his mouth +twisted, his ears dragged at the lobes by heavy brass rings.</p> +<p>"With glue made out of albacores we caught, to be sure. Well, as +I was saying, we was so weak there wasn't a man aboard could reach +the maintop, an' the man at the wheel had two men to hold him up. +Things was so, thus, an' in such case, when, about eight hells one +arternoon, the lookout at the masthead--"</p> +<p>"Thought you couldn't climb? How'd he get there?" said the same +skeptic.</p> +<p>"Give me time, Parmiter, and you'll know all about the hows an' +whys, notwithstandin's and sobeits. He'd been there for a week, for +why? 'cos he couldn't get down. We passed him up a quarter pint o' +water and a biscuit or two every day by a halyard.</p> +<p>"Well, as I was sayin', all at once the lookout calls out, 'Land +ho!'--leastways he croaked it, 'cos what with weakness and little +water our throats was as dry as last year's biscuit.</p> +<p>"'Where away?' croaks first mate, which I remember his name was +Tonking.</p> +<p>"And there, sure enough, we seed a small island, which it might +be a quarter-mile long. Now, mind you, we hadn't made a knot for +three weeks. How did that island come there so sudden like? In +course, it must ha' come up from the bottom o' the sea. And as we +was a-lookin' at it we saw it grow, mateys--long spits o' land +shootin' out this side, that side, and t'other side--and the whole +concarn begins to move towards us, comin' on, hand over hand, slow, +dead slow, but sure and steady. Our jaws were just a-droppin' arter +our teeth when fust mate busts out in a laugh; by thunder, I +remember that there laugh today! 'twas like--well, I don't know +what 'twas like, if not the scrapin' of a handsaw; an' says he, 'By +Neptune, 'tis a darned monstrous squid!'</p> +<p>"And, sure enough, that was what it was, a squid as big round as +the Isle o' Wight, with arms that ud reach from Wapping Stairs to +Bugsby Marshes, and just that curly shape. An' what was more, 'twas +steerin' straight for us. Ay, mateys, 'twas a horrible moment!"</p> +<p>The seamen, even Parmiter the scoffer, were listening open +mouthed, when a hoarse voice broke the spell, cutting short +Bulger's story and dispersing the group.</p> +<p>"Here you, Burke, you, up aloft and pay the topmost with grease. +I'll have no lazy lubbers aboard my ship, I tell you. I've got no +use for nobody too good for his berth. No Jimmy Duffs for me! Show +a leg, or, by heavens, I'll show you a rope's end and make my +mark--mind that, my lad!"</p> +<p>Captain Barker turned to the man at his side.</p> +<p>"'Twas an ill turn you did me and the ship's company, Mr. +Diggle, bringing this useless lubber aboard."</p> +<p>"It does appear so, captain," said Diggle sorrowfully. "But 'tis +his first voyage, sir: discipline--a little discipline!"</p> +<p>Meanwhile Desmond, without a word, had moved away to obey +orders. He had long since found the uselessness of protest. Diggle +had taken him on board the Good Intent an hour before sailing. He +left him to himself until the vessel was well out in the mouth of +the Thames, and then came with a rueful countenance and explained +that, after all his endeavors, the owners had absolutely refused to +accept so youthful a fellow as supercargo. Desmond felt his cheeks +go pale.</p> +<p>"What am I to be, then?" he asked quietly.</p> +<p>"Well, my dear boy, Captain Barker is rather short of +apprentices, and he has no objection to taking you in place of one +if you will make yourself useful. He is a first-rate seaman. You +will imbibe a vast deal of useful knowledge and gain a free +passage, and when we reach the Indies I shall be able, I doubt not, +by means of my connections, to assist you in the first steps of +what, I trust, will prove a successful career."</p> +<p>"Then, who is supercargo?"</p> +<p>"Unluckily that greatness has been thrust upon me. Unluckily, I +say; for the office is not one that befits a former fellow of +King's College at Cambridge. Yet there is an element of good luck +in it, too; for, as you know, my fortunes were at a desperately low +ebb, and the emoluments of this office, while not great, will stand +me in good stead when we reach our destination, and enable me to +set you, my dear boy--to borrow from the vernacular--on your +legs."</p> +<p>"You have deceived me, then!"</p> +<p>"Nay, nay, you do bear me hard, young man. To be disappointed is +not the same thing as to be deceived. True, you are not, as I +hoped, supercargo, but the conditions are not otherwise altered. +You wished to go to India--well, Zephyr's jocund breezes, as +Catullus hath it, will waft you thither: we are flying to the +bright cities of the East. No fragile bark is this, carving a +dubious course through the main, as Seneca, I think, puts it. No, +'tis an excellent vessel, with an excellent captain, who will steer +a certain course, who fears not the African blast nor the grisly +Hyades nor the fury of Notus--"</p> +<p>Desmond did not await the end of Diggle's peroration. It was +then too late to repine. The vessel was already rounding the +Foreland, and though he was more than half convinced that he had +been decoyed on board on false pretenses, he could not divine any +motive on Diggle's part, and hoped that his voyage would be not +much less pleasant than he had anticipated.</p> +<p>But even before the Good Intent made the Channel he was woefully +undeceived. His first interview with the captain opened his eyes. +Captain Barker was a small, thin, sandy man, with a large upper lip +that met the lower in a straight line, a lean nose, and eyes +perpetually bloodshot. His manner was that of a bully of the most +brutal kind. He browbeat his officers, cuffed and kicked his men, +in his best days a martinet, in his worst a madman. The only good +point about him was that he never used the cat, which, as Bulger +said, was a mercy.</p> +<p>"Humph!" he said when Desmond was presented to him. "You're him, +are you? Well, let me tell you this, my lad: the ship's boy on +board this 'ere ship have got to do what he's bid, and no mistake +about it. If he don't, I'll make him. Now, you go for'ard into the +galley and scrape the slush off the cook's pans; quick's the +word."</p> +<p>From that day Desmond led a dog's life. He found that as ship's +boy he was at the beck and call of the whole company. The officers, +with the exception of Mr. Toley, the melancholy first mate, took +their cue from the captain; and Mr. Toley, as a matter of policy, +never took his part openly. The men resented his superior manners +and the fact that he was socially above them. The majority of the +seamen were even more ruffianly than the specimens he had seen at +the Waterman's Rest--the scum of Wapping and Rotherhithe. His only +real friend on board was Bulger, who helped him to master the many +details of a sailor's work, and often protected him against the ill +treatment of his mates; and, in spite of his one arm, Bulger was a +power to be reckoned with.</p> +<p>At the best of times the life of a sailor was hard, and Desmond +found it at first almost intolerable. Irregular sleep on an +uncomfortable hammock, wedged in with the other members of the +crew, bad food, and over exertion told upon his frame. From the +moment when all hands were piped to lash hammocks to the moment +when the signal was given for turning in, it was one long round of +thankless drudgery. But he proved himself to be very quick and +nimble. Before long, no one could lash his hammock with the seven +turns in a shorter time than he. After learning the work on the +mainsails and trysails he was sent to practise the more acrobatic +duties in the tops, and when two months had passed, no one excelled +him in quickness aloft.</p> +<p>If his work had been confined to the ordinary seaman's duties he +would have been fairly content, for there is always a certain +pleasure in accomplishment, and the consciousness of growing skill +and power was some compensation for the hardships he had to +undergo. But he had to do dirty work for the cook, clean out the +styes of the captain's pigs, swab the lower deck, sometimes descend +on errands for one or other to the nauseous hold.</p> +<p>Perhaps the badness of the food was the worst evil to a boy +accustomed to plain but good country fare. The burgoo or oatmeal +gruel served at breakfast made him sick; he knew how it had been +made in the cook's dirty pans. The "Irish horse" and salt pork for +dinner soon became distasteful; it was not in the best condition +when brought aboard, and before long it became putrid. The strong +cheese for supper was even more horrible. He lived for the most +part on the tough sea biscuit of mixed wheat and pea flour, and on +the occasional duffs of flour boiled with fat, which did duty as +pudding. For drink he had nothing but small beer; the water in the +wooden casks was full of green, grassy, slimy things. But the fresh +sea air seemed to be a food itself; and though Desmond became lean +and hollow cheeked, his muscles developed and hardened. Little +deserving Captain Barker's ill-tempered abuse, he became handy in +many ways on board, and proved to be the possessor of a remarkably +keen pair of eyes.</p> +<p>When, in obedience to the captain's orders, he was greasing the +mast, his attention was caught by three or four specks on the +horizon.</p> +<p>"Sail ho!" he called to the officer of the watch.</p> +<p>"Where away?" was the reply.</p> +<p>"On the larboard quarter, sir; three or four sail, I think."</p> +<p>The officer at once mounted the shrouds and took a long look at +the specks Desmond pointed out, while the crew below crowded to the +bulwarks and eagerly strained their eyes in the same direction.</p> +<p>"What do you make of 'em, Mr. Sunman?" asked the captain.</p> +<p>"Three or four sail, sir, sure enough. They are hull down; +there's not a doubt but they're bringing the wind with 'em."</p> +<p>"Hurray!" shouted the men, overjoyed at the prospect of moving +at last.</p> +<p>In a couple of hours the strangers had become distinctly +visible, and the first faint puffs of the approaching breeze caused +the sails to flap lazily against the yards. Then the canvas filled +out, and at last, after nearly a fortnight's delay, the Good Intent +began to slip through the water at three or four knots.</p> +<p>The wind freshened during the night, and next morning the Good +Intent was bowling along under single-reefed topsails. The ships +sighted the night before had disappeared, to the evident relief of +Captain Barker. Whether they were Company's vessels or privateers +he had no wish to come to close quarters with them.</p> +<p>After breakfast, when the watch on deck were busy about the +rigging or the guns, or the hundred and one details of a sailor's +work, the rest of the crew had the interval till dinner pretty much +to themselves. Some slept, some reeled out yarns to their +messmates, others mended their clothes.</p> +<p>It happened one day that Desmond, sitting in the forecastle +among the men of his mess, was occupied in darning a pair of +breeches for Parmiter. It was the one thing he could not do +satisfactorily; and one of the men, after quizzically observing his +well meant but ludicrous attempts, at last caught up the garment +and held it aloft, calling his mates' attention to it with a shout +of laughter.</p> +<p>Parmiter chanced to be coming along at the moment. Hearing the +laugh, and seeing the pitiable object of it, he flew into a rage, +sprang at Desmond, and knocked him down.</p> +<p>"What do you mean, you clumsy young lubber, you," he cried, "by +treating my smalls like that? I'll brain you, sure as my name's +Parmiter!"</p> +<p>Desmond had already suffered not a little at Parmiter's hands. +His endurance was at an end. Springing up with flaming cheeks he +leaped towards the bully, and putting in practice the methods he +had learned in many a hard-fought mill at Mr. Burslem's school, he +began to punish the offender. His muscles were in good condition; +Parmiter was too much addicted to grog to make a steady pugilist; +and though he was naturally much the stronger man, he was totally +unable to cope with his agile antagonist.</p> +<p>A few rounds settled the matter; Parmiter had to confess that he +had had enough, and Desmond, flinging his breeches to him, sat down +tingling among his mates, who greeted the close of the fight with +spontaneous and unrestrained applause.</p> +<p>Next day Parmiter was in the foretop splicing the forestay. +Desmond was walking along the deck when suddenly he felt his arm +clutched from behind, and he was pulled aside so violently by +Bulger's hook that he stumbled and fell at full length. At the same +moment something struck the deck with a heavy thud.</p> +<p>"By thunder! 'twas a narrow shave," said Bulger. "See that, +matey?"</p> +<p>Looking in the direction Bulger pointed, he saw that the +foretopsail sheet block had fallen on deck, within an inch of where +he would have been but for the intervention of Bulger's hook. +Glancing aloft, he saw Parmiter grinning down at him.</p> +<p>"Hitch that block to a halyard, youngster," said the man.</p> +<p>Desmond was on the point of refusing; the man, he thought, might +at least have apologized: but reflecting that a refusal would +entail a complaint to the captain, and a subsequent flogging, he +bit his lips, fastened the block, and went on his way.</p> +<p>"'Tis my belief 'twas no accident," said Bulger afterwards. "I +may be wrong, but Parmiter bears a grudge against you. And he and +that there Mr. Diggle is too thick by half. I never could make out +why Diggle diddled you about that supercargo business; he don't +mean you no kindness, you may be sure; and when you see two +villains like him and Parmiter puttin' their heads together, look +out for squalls, that's what I say."</p> +<p>Desmond was inclined to laugh; the idea seemed preposterous.</p> +<p>"Why are you so suspicious of Mr. Diggle?" he said. "He has not +kept his promise, that's true, and I am sorry enough I ever +listened to him. But that doesn't prove him to be an out-and-out +villain. I've noticed that you keep out of his way. Do you know +anything of him? Speak out plainly, man."</p> +<p>"Well, I'll tell you what I knows about him."</p> +<p>He settled himself against the mast, gave a final polish to his +hook with holystone, and using the hook every now and then to +punctuate his narrative, began.</p> +<p>"Let me see, 'twas a matter o' three years ago. I was bo'sun on +the Swallow, a spanker she was, chartered by the Company, London to +Calcutta. There was none of the doldrums that trip, dodged 'em fair +an' square; a topsail breeze to the Cape, and then the fust of the +monsoon to the Hugli. We lay maybe a couple of months at Calcutta, +when what should I do but take aboard a full dose of the cramp, +just as the Swallow was in a manner of speakin' on the wing. Not +but what it sarved me right, for what business had I at my time of +life to be wastin' shore leave by poppin' at little dicky birds in +the dirty slimy jheels, as they call 'em, round about Calcutta!</p> +<p>"Well, I was put ashore, as was on'y natural, and 'twas a marvel +I pulled through--for it en't many as take the cramp in Bengal and +live to tell it. The Company, I'll say that for 'em, was very kind; +I had the best o' nussin' and vittles; but when I found my legs +again there I was, as one might say, high and dry, for there was no +Company's ship ready to sail. So I got leave to sign on a country +ship, bound for Canton; and we dropped down the Hugli with enough +opium on board to buy up the lord mayor and a baker's dozen of +aldermen.</p> +<p>"Nearly half a mile astern was three small country ships, such +as might creep round the coast to Chittagong, dodgin' the pirates +o' the Sandarbands if they was lucky, and gettin' their weazands +slit if they wasn't. They drew less water than us, and was +generally handier in the river, which is uncommon full of shoals +and sandbanks; but for all that I remember they was still maybe +half a mile astern when we dropped anchor--anchors, I should +say--for the night, some way below Diamond Harbor. But to us white +men the way o' these Moors is always a bag o' mystery, and as +seamen they en't anyway of much account. Well, it might be about +seven bells, and my watch below, when I was woke by a most +tremenjous bangin' and hullabaloo. We tumbles up mighty sharp, and +well we did, for there was one of these country fellows board and +board with us, and another foulin' our hawser. Their grapnels came +whizzin' aboard; but the first lot couldn't take a hold nohow, and +she dropped downstream. That gave us a chance to be ready for the +other. She got a grip of us and held on like a shark what grabs you +by the legs. But pistols and pikes had been sarved out, and when +they came bundlin' over into the foc'sle, we bundled 'em back into +the Hugli, and you may be sure they wasn't exactly seaworthy when +they got there. They was a mixed lot; that we soon found out by +their manner o' swearin' as they slipped by the board, for although +there was Moors among 'em, most of 'em was Frenchies or Dutchmen, +and considerin' they wasn't Englishmen they made a good fight of +it. But over they went, until only a few was left; and we was just +about to finish 'em off, when another country ship dropped +alongside, and before we knew where we was a score of yellin' +ruffians was into the waist and rushin' us in the stern sheets, as +you might say. We had to fight then, by thunder! we did.</p> +<p>"The odds was against us now, and we was catchin' it from two +sides. But our blood was up, and we knew what to expect if they +beat us. 'Twas the Hugli for every man Jack of us, and no mistake. +There was no orders, every man for himself, with just enough room +and no more to see the mounseers in front of him. Some of us--I was +one of 'em--fixed the flints of the pirates for'ard, while the rest +faced round and kept the others off. Then we went at 'em, and as +they couldn't all get at us at the same time, owing to the deck +being narrow, the odds was not so bad arter all. 'Twas now hand to +hand, fist to fist, one for you and one for me; you found a +Frenchman and stuck to him till you finished him off, or he +finished you, as the case might be, in a manner of speakin'. Well, +I found one lanky chap--he was number four that night--and all in +ten minutes, as it were, I jabbed a pike at him, and missed, for it +was hard to keep footin' on the wet deck, though the wet was not +Hugli water; thick as it is, this was thicker--and he fired a +pistol at me by way of thank you. I saw his figurehead in the +flash, and I shan't forget it either, for he left me this to +remember him by, though I didn't know it at the time."</p> +<p>Here Bulger held up the iron hook that did duty for his left +forearm. Then glancing cautiously around, he added in a +whisper:</p> +<p>"'Twas Diggle--or I'm a Dutchman. That was my fust meetin' with +him. Of course, I'm in a way helpless now, being on the ship's +books, and he in a manner of speakin' an orficer; but one of these +days there'll be a reckonin', or my name en't Bulger."</p> +<p>The boatswain brought down his fist with a resounding whack on +the scuttle butt, threatening to stave in the top of the +barrel.</p> +<p>"And how did the fight end?" asked Desmond.</p> +<p>"We drove 'em back bit by bit, and fairly wore 'em down. They +weren't all sailormen, or we couldn't have done it, for they had +the numbers; but an Englishman on his own ship is worth any two +furriners--aye, half a dozen some do say, though I wouldn't go so +far as that myself--and at the last some of them turned tail and +bolted back. The ship's boy, what was in the shrouds, saw 'em on +the run and set up a screech: 'Hooray! hooray!' That was all we +wanted. We hoorayed too; and went at 'em in such a slap-bang +go-to-glory way that in a brace of shakes there wasn't a Frenchman, +a Dutchman, nor a Moor on board. They cut the grapnels and floated +clear, and next mornin' we saw 'em on their beam ends on a sandbank +a mile down the river. That's how I fust come across Mr. Diggle; I +may be wrong, but I says it again: look out for squalls."</p> +<p>For some days the wind held fair, and the ship being now in the +main track of the trades, all promised well for a quick run to the +Cape. But suddenly there was a change; a squall struck the vessel +from the southwest. Captain Barker, catching sight of Desmond and a +seaman near at hand, shouted:</p> +<p>"Furl the top-gallant sail, you two. Now show a leg, or, by +thunder, the masts will go by the board."</p> +<p>Springing up the shrouds on the weather side, Desmond was +quickest aloft. He crawled out on the yard, the wind threatening +every moment to tear him from his dizzy, rocking perch, and began +with desperate energy to furl the straining canvas. It was hard +work, and but for the development of his muscles during the past +few months, and a naturally cool head, the task would have been +beyond his powers. But setting his teeth and exerting his utmost +strength, he accomplished his share of it as quickly as the able +seaman on the lee yard.</p> +<p>The sail was half furled when all at once the mast swung through +a huge arc; the canvas came with tremendous force against the cross +trees, and Desmond, flung violently outwards, found himself +swinging in midair, clinging desperately to the leech of the sail. +With a convulsive movement he grasped at a loose gasket above him, +and catching a grip, wound it twice or thrice round his arm. The +strain was intense; the gasket was thin and cut deeply into the +flesh; he knew that should it give way nothing could save him. So +he hung, the wind howling around him, the yards rattling, the +boisterous sea below heaving as if to clutch him and drag him to +destruction.</p> +<p>A few seconds passed, every one of which seemed an eternity. +Then through the noise he heard shouts on deck. The vessel suddenly +swung over, and Desmond's body inclined towards instead of from the +mast. Shooting out his arm he caught at the yard, seized it, and +held on, though it seemed that his arm must be wrenched from the +socket. In a few moments he succeeded in clambering on to the yard, +where he clung, endeavoring to regain his breath and his +senses.</p> +<p>Then he completed his job, and with a sense of unutterable +relief slid down to the deck. A strange sight met his eyes. Bulger +and Parmiter were lying side by side; there was blood on the deck; +and Captain Barker stood over them with a marlinspike, his eyes +blazing, his face distorted with passion. In consternation Desmond +slipped out of the way, and asked the first man he met for an +explanation.</p> +<p>It appeared that Parmiter, who was at the wheel when the squall +struck the ship, had put her in stays before the sail was furled, +with the result that she heeled over and Desmond had narrowly +escaped being flung into the sea. Seeing the boy's plight, Bulger +had sprung forward, and, knocking Parmiter from the wheel, had put +the vessel on the other tack, thus giving Desmond the one chance of +escape which, fortunately, he had been able to seize. The captain +had been incensed to a blind fury, first with Parmiter for acting +without orders and then with Bulger for interfering with the man at +the wheel. In a paroxysm of madness he attacked both men with a +spike; the ship was left without a helmsman, and nothing but the +promptitude of the melancholy mate, who had rushed forward and +taken the abandoned wheel himself, had saved the vessel from the +imminent risk of carrying away her masts.</p> +<p>Later in the day, when the squall and the captain's rage had +subsided, the incident was talked over by a knot of seamen in the +forecastle.</p> +<p>"You may say what you like," said one, "but I hold to it that +Parmiter meant to knock young Burke into the sea. For why else did +he put the ship in stays? He en't a fool, en't Parmiter."</p> +<p>"Ay," said another, "and arter that there business with the +block, eh? One and one make two; that's twice the youngster has +nigh gone to Davy Jones through Parmiter, and it en't in reason +that sich-like things should allers happen to the same party."</p> +<p>"But what's the reason?" asked a third. "What call has Parmiter +to have such a desperate spite against Burke? He got a lickin', in +course, but what's a lickin' to a Englishman? Rot it all, the +youngster en't a bad matey. He've led a dog's life, that he have, +and I've never heard a grumble, nary one; have you?"</p> +<p>"True," said the first. "And I tell you what it is. I believe +Bulger's in the right of it, and 'tis all along o' that there +Diggle, hang him! He's too perlite by half, with his smile and his +fine lingo and all. And what's he keep his hand wropt up in that +there velvet mitten thing for? I'd like to know that. There's +summat mortal queer about Diggle, mark my words, and we'll find it +out if we live long enough."</p> +<p>"Wasn't it Diggle brought Burke aboard?"</p> +<p>"Course it was; that's what proves it, don't you see? He stuffs +him up as he's to be supercargo; call that number one. He brings +him aboard and makes him ship boy; that's number two. He looks us +all up and down with those rat's eyes of his, and thinks we're a +pretty ugly lot, and Parmiter the ugliest, how's that for number +three? Then he makes hissel sweet to Parmiter; I've seed him more'n +once; that's number four. Then there's that there block: five; and +today's hanky panky: six; and it wants one more to make seven, and +that's the perfect number, I've heard tell, 'cos o' the Seven +Champions o' Christendom."</p> +<p>"I guess you've reasoned that out mighty well," drawled the +melancholy voice of Mr. Toley, who had come up unseen and heard the +last speech. "Well, I'll give you number seven."</p> +<p>"Thunder and blazes, sir, he en't bin and gone and done it +already?"</p> +<p>"No, he en't. Number seven is, be kind o' tender with young +Burke. Count them words. He's had enough kicks. That's all."</p> +<p>And the melancholy man went away as silently as he had come.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch9" id="Ch9">Chapter 9</a>: In which the Good Intent +makes a running fight: Mr. Toley makes a suggestion.</h2> +<p>Making good sailing, the Good Intent reached Saldanhas Bay, +where she put in for a few necessary repairs, then safely rounded +the Cape, and after a short stay at Johanna, one of the Comoro +Islands, taking in fresh provisions there, set sail for the Malabar +coast. The wind blew steadily from the southwest, and she ran +merrily before it.</p> +<p>During this part of the voyage Desmond found his position +somewhat improved. His pluck had won the rough admiration of the +men; Captain Barker was not so constantly chevying him; and Mr. +Toley showed a more active interest in him, teaching him the use of +the sextant and quadrant, how to take the altitude of the sun, and +many other matters important in navigation.</p> +<p>It was the third week of April, and the monsoon having begun, +Captain Barker expected before long to sight the Indian coast. One +morning, about two bells, the lookout reported a small vessel on +the larboard bow, laboring heavily. The captain took a long look at +it through his perspective glass, and made out that it was a +two-masted grab; the mainmast was gone.</p> +<p>"Odds bobs," he said to Mr. Toley, "'tis strange to meet a grab +so far out at sea. We'll run down to it."</p> +<p>"What is a grab?" asked Desmond of Bulger, when the news had +circulated through the ship's company.</p> +<p>"Why, that's a grab, sure enough. I en't a good hand at pictur' +paintin'; we're runnin' square for the critter, and then you'll see +for yourself. This I'll say, that you don't see 'em anywheres in +partickler but off the Malabar coast."</p> +<p>Desmond was soon able to take stock of the vessel. It was broad +in proportion to its length, narrowing from the middle to the end, +and having a projecting prow like the old-fashioned galleys of +which he had seen pictures. The prow was covered with a deck, level +with the main deck of the vessel, but with a bulkhead between this +and the forecastle.</p> +<p>"En't she pitchin'!" remarked Bulger, standing by Desmond's +side. "You couldn't expect nothing else of a craft built that +shape. Look at the water pourin' off her; why, I may be wrong, but +I'll lay my best breeches she's a-founderin'."</p> +<p>As usual, Bulger was right. When the grab was overhauled, the +men on board, dark-skinned Marathas with very scanty clothing, made +signs that they were in distress.</p> +<p>"Throw her into the wind," shouted the captain.</p> +<p>Mr. Toley at the wheel put the helm down, the longboat was +lowered, and with some difficulty, owing to the heavy sea, the +thirty men on the grab were taken off. As they came aboard the Good +Intent, Diggle, who was leaning over the bulwarks, suddenly +straightened himself, smiled, and moved towards the taffrail. One +of the newcomers, a fine muscular fellow, seeing Diggle +approaching, stood for a moment in surprise, then salaamed. The +Englishman said something in the stranger's tongue, and grasped his +hand with the familiarity of old friendship.</p> +<p>"You know the man, Mr. Diggle?" said the captain.</p> +<p>"Yes, truly. The Gentoos and I are in a sense comrades in arms. +His name is Hybati; he's a Maratha."</p> +<p>"What's he jabbering about?"</p> +<p>The man was talking rapidly and earnestly.</p> +<p>"He says, captain," returned Diggle, with a smile, "that he +hopes you will send and fetch the crew's rice on board. They won't +eat our food--afraid of losing caste."</p> +<p>"I'll be hang if I launch the longboat again. The grab won't +live another five minutes in this sea, and I wouldn't risk two of +my crew against a hundred of these dirty Moors."</p> +<p>"They'll starve otherwise, captain."</p> +<p>"Well, let 'em starve. I won't have any nonsense aboard my ship. +Beggars mustn't be choosers, and if the heathen can't eat good +honest English vittles they don't deserve to eat at all."</p> +<p>Diggle smiled and explained to Hybati that his provisions must +be left to their fate. Even as he spoke a heavy sea struck the +vessel athwart, and, amid cries from the Marathas she keeled over +and sank.</p> +<p>When the strangers had dried themselves, Diggle inquired of +Hybati how he came to be in his present predicament. The Maratha +explained that he had been in command of Angria's fortress of +Suwarndrug, which was so strong that he had believed it able to +withstand any attacks. But one day a number of vessels of the East +India Company's fleet had appeared between the mainland and the +island on which the fortress was situated, and had begun a +bombardment which soon reduced the parapets to ruins. The chief +damage had been done by an English ship. Hybati and his men had +made the best defense they could, but the gunners were shot down by +musket fire from the round tops of the enemy, and when a shell set +fire to a thatched house within the fort, the garrison were too +much alarmed to attempt to extinguish the flames; the blaze spread, +a powder magazine blew up, and the inhabitants, with the greater +part of the soldiers, fled to the shore, and tried to make their +escape in eight large boats. Hybati had kept up the fight for some +time longer, hoping to receive succor; but under cover of the fire +of the ships the English commodore landed half his seamen, who +rushed up to the gate, and cutting down the sally port with their +axes forced their way in.</p> +<p>Seeing that the game was up, Hybati fled with thirty of his men, +and was lucky in pushing off in the grab, unobserved by the enemy. +The winds, however, proving contrary, the vessel had been blown +northward along the coast and then driven far out to sea. With the +breaking of the monsoon a violent squall had dismasted the grab and +shattered her bulkhead; she was continually shipping water, and, as +the sahib saw, was at the point of sinking when the English ship +came up.</p> +<p>Such was the Maratha's story, as by and by it became common +property on board the Good Intent. Of all the crew Desmond was +perhaps the most interested. To the others there was nothing novel +in the sight of the Indians; but to him they stood for romance, the +embodiment of all the tales he had heard and all the dreams he had +dreamed of this wonderful country in the East. He was now assured +that he was actually within reach of his desired haven; and he +hoped shortly to see an end of the disappointments and hardships, +the toils and distresses, of the past seven months.</p> +<p>He was eager to learn more of these Marathas, and their +fortress, and the circumstances of the recent fight. Bulger was +willing to tell all he knew; but his information was not very +exact, and Desmond did not hear the full story till long after.</p> +<p>The Malabar coast had long been the haunt of Maratha pirates, +who interfered greatly with the native trade between India and +Arabia and Persia. In defense of the interests of his Mohammedan +subjects the Mogul emperor at length, in the early part of the +eighteenth century, fitted out a fleet, under the command of an +admiral known as the Sidi. But there happened to be among the +Marathas at that time a warrior of great daring and resource, one +Kunaji Angria. This man first defeated the Sidi, then, in the +insolence of victory, revolted against his own sovereign, and set +up as an independent ruler.</p> +<p>By means of a well-equipped fleet of grabs and gallivats he made +himself master of place after place along the coast, including the +Maratha fortress at Suwarndrug and the Portuguese fort of Gheria. +His successors, who adopted in turn the dynastic name of Angria, +followed up Kunaji's conquest, until by the year 1750 the ruling +Angria was in possession of a strip of territory on the mainland a +hundred and eighty miles long and about forty broad, together with +many small adjacent islands.</p> +<p>For the defense of this little piratical state Angria's Marathas +constructed a number of forts, choosing admirable positions and +displaying no small measure of engineering skill. From these +strongholds they made depredations by sea and land, not only upon +their native neighbors, but also upon the European traders, +English, Dutch, and Portuguese; swooping down on unprotected +merchant vessels and even presuming to attack warships. Several +expeditions had been directed against them, but always in vain; and +when in 1754 the chief of that date, Tulaji Angria, known to +Europeans as the Pirate, burnt two large Dutch vessels of fifty and +thirty-six guns respectively, and captured a smaller one of +eighteen guns, he boasted in his elation that he would soon be +master of the Indian seas.</p> +<p>But a term was about to be put to his insolence and his +depredations. On March twenty-second, 1755, Commodore William +James, commander of the East India Company's marine force, set sail +from Bombay in the Protector of forty-four guns, with the Swallow +of sixteen guns, and two bomb vessels. With the assistance of a +Maratha fleet he had attacked the island fortress of Suwarndrug, +and captured it, as Hybati had related. A few days afterwards +another of the Pirate's fortresses, the island of Bancoote, six +miles north of Suwarndrug, surrendered. The Maratha rajah, Ramaji +Punt, delighted with these successes against fortified places which +had for nearly fifty years been deemed impregnable, offered the +English commodore an immense sum of money to proceed against others +of Angria's forts; but the monsoon approaching, the commodore was +recalled to Bombay.</p> +<p>The spot at which the Good Intent had fallen in with the sinking +grab was about eighty miles from the Indian coast, and Captain +Barker expected to sight land next day. No one was more delighted +at the prospect than Desmond. Leaving out of account the miseries +of the long voyage, he felt that now he was within reach of the +goal of his hopes. The future was all uncertain; he was no longer +inclined to trust his fortunes to Diggle, for though he could not +believe that the man had deliberately practised against his life, +he had with good reason lost confidence in him, and what he had +learned from Bulger threw a new light on his past career.</p> +<p>One thing puzzled him. If the Pirate was such a terror to +unprotected ships, and strong enough to attack several armed +vessels at once, why was Captain Barker running into the very jaws +of the enemy? In her palmy days as an East Indiaman the Good Intent +had carried a dozen nine-pounders on her upper deck and six on the +quarterdeck; and Bulger had said that under a stout captain she had +once beaten off near Surat half a dozen three-masted grabs and a +score of gallivats from the pirate stronghold at Gheria. But now +she had only half a dozen guns all told, and even had she possessed +the full armament there were not men enough to work them, for her +complement of forty men was only half what it had been when she +sailed under the Company's flag.</p> +<p>Desmond confided his puzzlement to Bulger. The seaman +laughed.</p> +<p>"Why, bless 'ee, we en't a-goin' to run into no danger. Trust +Cap'n Barker for that. You en't supercargo, to be sure; but who do +you think them guns and round shots in the hold be for? Why, the +Pirate himself. And he'll pay a good price for 'em, too."</p> +<p>"Do you mean to say that English merchants supply Angria with +weapons to fight against their own countrymen?"</p> +<p>"Well, blest if you en't a innocent. In course they do. The guns +en't always fust-class metal, to be sure; but what's the odds? The +interlopers ha' got to live."</p> +<p>"I don't call that right. It's not patriotic."</p> +<p>"Patry what?"</p> +<p>"Patriotic--a right way of thinking of one's own country. An +Englishman isn't worth the name who helps England's enemies."</p> +<p>Bulger looked at him in amazement. The idea of patriotism was +evidently new to him.</p> +<p>"I'll have to put that there notion in my pipe and smoke it," he +said. "I'd fight any mounseer, or Dutchman, or Portuguee as soon as +look at him, 'tis on'y natural; but if a mounseer likes to give me +twopence for a thing that's worth a penny--why, I'll say thank 'ee +and axe him--leastways if there's any matey by as knows the +lingo--to buy another."</p> +<p>Shortly after dawn next morning the lookout reported four +vessels to windward. From their appearance Captain Barker at once +concluded that two were Company's ships, with an escort of a couple +of grabs. As he was still scanning them he was joined by Diggle, +with whom he entered into conversation.</p> +<p>"They're making for Bombay, I reckon," said the captain.</p> +<p>"I take it we don't wish to come to close quarters with them, +Barker?"</p> +<p>"By thunder, no! But if we hold our present course we're bound +to pass within hailing distance. Better put 'em off the scent."</p> +<p>He altered the vessel's course a point or two with the object of +passing to windward of the strangers, as if steering for the +Portuguese port of Goa.</p> +<p>"They are running up their colors," remarked Diggle, half an +hour later.</p> +<p>"British, as I thought. We'll hoist Portuguese."</p> +<p>A minute or two later a puff of smoke was observed to sally from +the larger of the two grabs, followed in a few seconds by the boom +of a gun.</p> +<p>"A call to us to heave to," said Bulger, in answer to Desmond's +inquiry. "The unbelievin' critters thinks that Portuguee rag is all +my eye."</p> +<p>But the Good Intent was by this time to windward of the vessels, +and Captain Barker, standing on the quarterdeck, paid no heed to +the signal. After a short interval another puff came from the deck +of the grab, and a round shot plunged into the sea a cable's length +from the Good Intent's bows, the grab at the same time hauling her +wind and preparing to alter her course in pursuit. This movement +was at once copied by the other three vessels, but being at least +half a mile ahead of the grab that had fired, they were a long +distance astern when the chase--for chase it was to be--began.</p> +<p>Captain Barker watched the grab with the eyes of a lynx. The +Good Intent had run out of range while the grab was being put +about; but the captain knew very well that the pursuer could sail +much closer to the wind than his own vessel, and that his only +chance was to beat off the leading boat before the others had time +to come up.</p> +<p>It required very little at any time to put Captain Barker into a +rage, and his demeanor was watched now with different feelings by +different members of the crew. Diggle alone appeared unconcerned; +he was smiling as he lolled against the mast.</p> +<p>"They'll fire at me, will they?" growled the captain with a +curse. "And chase me, will they? By jimmy, they shall sink me +before I surrender!"</p> +<p>"<i>Degeneres animos timor arguit</i>," quoted Diggle, +smiling.</p> +<p>"Argue it? I'll be hanged if I argue it! They're not king's +ships to take it on 'emselves to stop me on the high seas! If the +Company wants to prevent me from honest trading in these waters let +'em go to law, and be hanged to 'em! Talk of arguing! Lawyer's +work. Humph!"</p> +<p>"You mistake, Barker. The Roman fellow whose words slipped out +of my mouth almost unawares said nothing of arguing. 'Fear is the +mark of only base minds': so it runs in English, captain; which is +as much as to say that Captain Ben Barker is not the man to haul +down his colors in a hurry."</p> +<p>"You're right there. Another shot! That's their argument: well, +Ben Barker can talk that way as well as another."</p> +<p>He called up the boatswain. Shortly afterwards the order was +piped, "Up all hammocks!" The men quickly stowed their bedding, +secured it with lashings, and carried it to the appointed places on +the quarterdeck, poop, or forecastle. Meanwhile the boatswain and +his mates secured the yards; the ship's carpenter brought up shot +plugs for repairing any breeches made under the waterline; and the +gunners looked to the cannon and prepared charges for them and the +small arms.</p> +<p>Bulger was in charge of the twelve-pounder aft, and Mr. Toley +had tolled off Desmond to assist him. They stood side by side +watching the progress of the grab, which gained steadily in spite +of the plunging due to its curious build. Presently another shot +came from her; it shattered the belfry on the forecastle of the +Good Intent, and splashed into the sea a hundred yards ahead.</p> +<p>"They make good practice, for sartin," remarked Bulger. "I may +be wrong, but I'll lay my life there be old man-o'-war's men +aboard. I mind me when I was with Captain Golightly on the +Minotaur--"</p> +<p>But Bulger's yarn was intercepted. At that moment the boatswain +piped, "All hands to quarters!" In a surprisingly short time all +timber was cleared away, the galley fire was extinguished, the +yards slung, the deck strewn with wet sand, and sails, booms, and +boats liberally drenched with water. The gun captains, each with +his crew, cast loose the lashings of their weapons and struck open +the ports. The tompions was taken out; the sponge, rammer, crows +and handspikes placed in readiness, and all awaited eagerly the +word for the action to begin.</p> +<p>"'Tis about time we opened our mouths at 'em," said Bulger. "The +next bolus they send us as like as not will bring the spars +a-rattlin' about our ears. To be sure it goes against my stummick +to fire on old messmates; but it en't in Englishmen to hold their +noses and swallow pills o' that there size. We'll load up all +ready, mateys."</p> +<p>He stripped to the waist, and tied a handkerchief over his ears. +Desmond and the men followed his example. Then one of them sponged +the bore, another inserted the cartridge, containing three pounds +of powder, by means of a long ladle, a third shoved in a wad of +rope yarn. This having been driven home by the rammer, the round +shot was inserted, and covered like the cartridge with a wad. Then +Bulger took his priming iron, an instrument like a long thin +corkscrew, and thrust it into the touch hole to clear the vent and +make an incision in the cartridge. Removing the priming iron, he +replaced it by the priming tube--a thin tapering tube with very +narrow bore. Into this he poured a quantity of fine mealed powder; +then he laid a train of the same powder in the little groove cut in +the gun from the touch hole towards the breech. With the end of his +powder horn he slightly bruised the train, and the gun only awaited +a spark from the match.</p> +<p>Everything was done very quickly, and Desmond watched the seamen +with admiration. He himself had charge of the linstock, about which +was wound several matches, consisting of lengths of twisted cotton +wick steeped in lye. They had already been lighted, for they burnt +so slowly that they would last for several hours.</p> +<p>"Now, we're shipshape," said Bulger. "Mind you, Burke, don't +come to far for'ard with your linstock. I don't want the train +fired with no sparks afore I'm ready. And 'ware o' the breech; +she'll kick like a jumping jackass when the shot flies out of her, +an'll knock your teeth out afore you can say Jack Robinson--</p> +<p>"Ah! there's the word at last; now, mateys, here goes!"</p> +<p>He laid the gun, waited for the ship to rise from a roll, and +then took one of the matches, gently blew its smoldering end, and +applied the glowing wick to the bruised part of the priming. There +was a flash, a roar, and before Desmond could see the effect of the +shot Bulger had closed the vent, the gun was run in, and the +sponger was at work cleaning the chamber.</p> +<p>As the black smoke cleared away it was apparent that the seaman +had not forgotten his cunning. The shot had struck the grab on the +deck of the prow and smashed into the forecastle. But the bow +chasers were apparently uninjured, for they replied a few seconds +later.</p> +<p>"Ah! There's a wunner!" said Bulger admiringly.</p> +<p>A shot had carried away a yard of the gunwale of the Good +Intent, scattering splinters far and wide, which inflicted nasty +wounds on the second mate and a seaman on the quarterdeck. A jagged +end of the wood flying high struck Diggle on the left cheek. He +wiped away the blood imperturbably; it was evident that lack of +courage was not among his defects.</p> +<p>Captain Barker's ire was now at white heat. Shouting an order to +Bulger and the next man to make rapid practice with the two stern +chasers, he prepared to fall off and bring the Good Intent's +broadside to bear on the enemy.</p> +<p>But the next shot was decisive. Diggle had quietly strolled down +to the gun next to Bulger's. It had just been reloaded. He bade the +gun captain, in a low tone, to move aside. Then, with a glance to +see that the priming was in order, he took careful sight, and +waiting until the grab's main, mizzen and foremasts opened to view +altogether, he applied the match. The shot sped true, and a second +later the grab's mainmast, with sails and rigging, went by the +board.</p> +<p>A wild cheer from the crew of the Good Intent acclaimed the +excellent shot.</p> +<p>"By thunder!" said Bulger to Desmond. "Diggle may be a rogue and +a vagabond, but he knows how to train a gun."</p> +<p>Captain Barker signified his approval by a tremendous +mouth-filling oath. But he was not yet safe. The second grab was +following hard in the wake of the first; and it was plain that the +two Indiamen were both somewhat faster than the Good Intent; for +during the running fight that had just ended so disastrously for +the grab, they had considerably lessened the gap between them and +their quarry. Captain Barker watched them with an expression of +fierce determination, but not without anxiety. If they should come +within striking distance it was impossible to withstand +successfully their heavier armament and larger crews. The firing +had ceased: each vessel had crowded on all sail; and the brisk +breeze must soon bring pursuer and pursued to a close engagement +which could have only one result.</p> +<p>"I may be wrong, but seems to me we'd better say our prayers," +Bulger remarked grimly to his gun crew.</p> +<p>But Desmond, gazing up at the shrouds, said suddenly:</p> +<p>"The wind's dropping. Look!"</p> +<p>It was true. Before the monsoon sets in in earnest it not +unfrequently happens that the wind veers fitfully; a squall is +succeeded almost instantaneously by a calm. So it was now. In less +than an hour all five vessels were becalmed; and when night fell +three miles separated the Good Intent from the second grab; the +Indiamen lay a mile farther astern; and the damaged vessel was out +of sight.</p> +<p>Captain Barker took counsel with his officers. He expected to be +attacked during the night by the united boats of the pursuing +fleet. Under cover of darkness they would be able to creep up close +and board the vessel, and the captain knew well that if taken he +would be treated as a pirate. His papers were made out for +Philadelphia; he had hoisted Portuguese colors, but the enemy at +close quarters could easily see that the Good Intent was British +built; he had disabled one of the Company's vessels; there would be +no mercy for him.</p> +<p>He saw no chance of beating off the enemy; they would outnumber +him by at least five to one. Even if the wind sprang up again there +was small likelihood of escape. One or other of the pursuing +vessels would almost certainly overhaul him, and hold him until the +others came up.</p> +<p>"'Tis a 'tarnal fix," he said.</p> +<p>"Methinks 'tis a case of <i>actum est de nobis</i>," remarked +Diggle pleasantly.</p> +<p>"Confound you!" said the captain with a burst of anger. "What +could I expect with a gallows bird like you aboard? 'Tis enough to +sink a vessel without shot."</p> +<p>Diggle's face darkened. But in a moment his smile returned.</p> +<p>"You are overwrought, captain," he said; "you are unstrung. +'Twould be ridiculous to take amiss words said in haste. In cold +blood--well, you know me, Captain Barker. I will leave you to +recover from your brief madness."</p> +<p>He went below. The captain was left with Mr. Toley and the other +officers. Barker and Toley always got on well together, for the +simple reason that the mate never thwarted his superior, never +resented his abuse, but went quietly his own way. He listened now +for a quarter of an hour, with fixed sadness of expression, while +Captain Barker poured the vials of his wrath upon everything under +the sun. When the captain had come to an end, and sunk into an +estate of lowering dudgeon, Mr. Toley said quietly:</p> +<p>"'Tis all you say, sir, and more. I guess I've never seen a +harder case. But while you was speaking, something you said struck +a sort of idea into my brain."</p> +<p>"That don't happen often. What is it?"</p> +<p>"Why, the sort of idea that came to me out o' what you was +saying was just this. How would it be to take soundings?"</p> +<p>"So, that's your notion, is it? Hang me, are you a fool like the +rest of 'em? You're always taking soundings! What in the name of +thunder do you want to take soundings for?"</p> +<p>"Nothing particular, cap'n. That was the kind o' notion that +come of what you was saying. Of course it depends on the depths +hereabouts."</p> +<p>"Deep enough to sink you and your notions and all that's like to +come of 'em. Darned if I ain't got the most lubberly company ever +mortal man was plagued with. Officers and men, there en't one of +you as is worth your salt, and you with your long face and your +notions--why, hang me, you're no more good than the dirtiest +waister afloat."</p> +<p>Mr. Toley smiled sadly, and ventured on no rejoinder. After the +captain's outburst none of the group dared to utter a word. This +pleased him no better; he cursed them all for standing mum; and +spent ten minutes in reviling them in turn. Then his passion +appeared to have burnt itself out. Turning suddenly to the +melancholy mate, he said roughly:</p> +<p>"Go and heave your lead, then, and be hanged to it."</p> +<p>Mr. Toley walked away aft and ordered one of the men to heave +the deep-sea lead. The plummet, shaped like the frustum of a cone, +and weighing thirty pounds, was thrown out from the side in the +line of the vessel's drift.</p> +<p>"By the mark sixty, less five," sang out the man when the lead +touched the bottom.</p> +<p>"I guess that'll do," said the first mate, returning to the +quarterdeck.</p> +<p>"Well, what about your notion?" said the captain scornfully. But +he listened quietly and with an intent look upon his weatherbeaten +face as Mr. Toley explained.</p> +<p>"You see, sir," he said, "while you was talking just now, I sort +o' saw that if they attack us, 'twon't be for at least two hours +after dark. The boats won't put off while there's light enough to +see 'em; and won't hurry anyhow, 'cos if they did the men 'ud have +nary much strength left to 'em. Well, they'll take our bearings, of +course. Thinks I, owing to what you said, sir, what if we could +shift 'em by half a mile or so? The boats 'ud miss us in the +darkness."</p> +<p>"That's so," ejaculated the captain; "and what then?"</p> +<p>"Well, sir, 'tis there my idea of taking soundings comes in. The +Good Intent can't be towed, not with our handful of men; but why +shouldn't she be kedged? That's the notion, sir; and I guess you'll +think it over."</p> +<p>"By jimmy, Toley, you en't come out o' Salem, Massachusetts, for +nothing. 'Tis a notion, a rare one; Ben Barker en't the man to bear +a grudge, and I take back them words o' mine--leastways some on +'em.</p> +<p>"Bo'sun, get ready to lower the longboat."</p> +<p>The longboat was lowered, out of sight of the enemy. A kedge +anchor, fastened to a stout hawser, was put on board, and as soon +as it was sufficiently dark to make so comparatively small an +object as a boat invisible to the hostile craft, she put off at +right angles to the Good Intent's previous course, the hawser +attached to the kedge being paid out as the boat drew away. When it +had gone about a fifth of a mile from the vessel the kedge was +dropped, and a signal was given by hauling on the rope.</p> +<p>"Clap on, men!" cried Captain Barker. "Get a good purchase, and +none of your singsong; avast all jabber."</p> +<p>The crew manned the windlass and began with a will to haul on +the cable in dead silence. The vessel was slowly warped ahead. +Meanwhile the longboat was returning; when she reached the side of +the Good Intent, a second kedge was lowered into her, and again she +put off, to drop the anchor two cables' length beyond the first, so +that when the ship had tripped that, the second was ready to be +hauled on.</p> +<p>When the Good Intent had been thus warped a mile from her +position at nightfall, Captain Parker ordered the operation to be +stopped. To avoid noise the boat was not hoisted in. No lights were +shown, and the sky being somewhat overcast, the boat's crew found +that the ship was invisible at the distance of a fourth of a +cable's length.</p> +<p>"I may be wrong," said Bulger to Desmond, "but I don't believe +kedgin' was ever done so far from harbor afore. I allers thought +there was something in that long head of Mr. Toley, though, to be +sure, there en't no call for him to pull a long face, too."</p> +<p>An hour passed after the loading had been stopped. All on board +the Good Intent remained silent, speaking, if they spoke at all, in +whispers. There had been no signs of the expected attack. Desmond +was leaning on the gunwale, straining his eyes for a glimpse of the +enemy. But his ears gave him the first intimation of their +approach. He heard a faint creaking, as of oars in rowlocks, and +stepped back to where Bulger was leaning against the mast.</p> +<p>"There they come," he said.</p> +<p>The sound had already reached Captain Barker's ears. It was +faint; doubtless the oars were muffled. The ship was rolling +lazily; save for the creaking nothing was heard but the lapping of +the ripples against the hull. So still was the night that the +slightest sound must travel far, and the captain remarked in a +whisper to Mr. Toley that he guessed the approaching boats to be at +least six cables' lengths distant.</p> +<p>Officers and men listened intently. The creaking grew no louder; +on the contrary, it gradually became fainter, and at last died +away. There was a long silence, broken only by what sounded like a +low hail some considerable distance away.</p> +<p>"They're musterin' the boats," said Bulger, with a chuckle. "I +may be wrong, but I'll bet my breeches they find they've overshot +the mark. Now they'll scatter and try to nose us out."</p> +<p>Another hour of anxious suspense slowly passed, and still +nothing had happened. Then suddenly a blue light flashed for a few +moments on the blackness of the sea, answered almost +instantaneously by a rocket from another quarter. It was clear that +the boats, having signaled that the search had failed, had been +recalled by the rocket to the fleet.</p> +<p>"By thunder, Mr. Toley, you've done the trick!" said the +captain.</p> +<p>"I guess we don't get our living by making mistakes--not in +Salem, Massachusetts," returned the first mate with his sad +smile.</p> +<p>Through the night the watch was kept with more than ordinary +vigilance, but nothing occurred to give Captain Barker anxiety. +With morning light the enemy could be seen far astern.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch10" id="Ch10">Chapter 10</a>: In which our hero +arrives in the Golden East, and Mr. Diggle presents him to a native +prince.</h2> +<p>About midday a light breeze sprang up from the northwest. The +two Indiamen and the uninjured grab, being the first to catch it, +gained a full mile before the Good Intent, under topgallant sails, +studding sails, royal and driver, began to slip through the water +at her best speed. But, as the previous day's experience had +proved, she was no match in sailing capacity for the pursuers. They +gained on her steadily, and the grab had come almost within cannon +range when the man at the masthead shouted:</p> +<p>"Sail ho! About a dozen sail ahead, sir!"</p> +<p>The captain spluttered out a round dozen oaths, and his dark +face grew still darker. So many vessels in company must surely mean +the king's ships with a convoy. The French, so far as Captain +Barker knew, had no such fleet in Indian waters, nor had the Dutch +or Portuguese. If they were indeed British men-o'-war he would be +caught between two fires, for there was not a doubt that they would +support the Company's vessels.</p> +<p>"We ought to be within twenty miles of the coast, Mr. Toley," +said Captain Barker.</p> +<p>"Ay, sir, and somewhere in the latitude of Gheria."</p> +<p>"Odds bobs, and now I come to think of it, those there vessels +may be sailing to attack Gheria, seeing as how, as these niggers +told us, they've bust up Suwarndrug."</p> +<p>"Guess I'll get to the foretop myself and take a look, sir," +said Mr. Toley.</p> +<p>He mounted, carrying the only perspective glass the vessel +possessed. The captain watched him anxiously as he took a long +look.</p> +<p>"What do you make of 'em?" he shouted.</p> +<p>The mate shut up the telescope and came leisurely down.</p> +<p>"I count fifteen in all, sir."</p> +<p>"I don't care how many. What are they?"</p> +<p>"I calculate they're grabs and gallivats, sir."</p> +<p>The captain gave a hoarse chuckle.</p> +<p>"By thunder, then, we'll soon turn the tables! Angria's +gallivats--eh, Mr. Toley? We'll make a haul yet."</p> +<p>But Captain Barker was to be disappointed. The fleet had been +descried also by the pursuers. A few minutes later the grab threw +out a signal, hauled her wind and stood away to the northward, +followed closely by the two larger vessels. The captain growled his +disappointment. Nearly a dozen of the coast craft, as they were now +clearly seen to be, went in pursuit, but with little chance of +coming up with the chase. The remaining vessels of the +newly-arrived fleet stood out to meet the Good Intent.</p> +<p>"Fetch us that Maratha fellow," cried the captain, "and hoist a +white flag."</p> +<p>When the Maratha appeared, a pitiable object, emaciated for want +of food, Captain Barker bade him shout as soon as the newcomers +came within hailing distance. The white flag at the masthead, and a +loud, long-drawn hail from Hybati, apprised the grab that the Good +Intent was no enemy, and averted hostilities. And thus it was, amid +a convoy of Angria's own fleet, that Captain Barker's vessel, a few +hours later, sailed peacefully into the harbor of Gheria.</p> +<p>Desmond looked with curious eyes on the famous fort and harbor. +On the right, as the Good Intent entered, he saw a long, narrow +promontory, at the end of which was a fortress, constructed, as it +appeared, of solid rock. The promontory was joined to the mainland +by a narrow isthmus of sand, beyond which lay an open town of some +size. The shore was fringed with palmyras, mangoes and other +tropical trees, and behind the straw huts and stone buildings of +the town leafy groves clothed the sides of a gentle hill.</p> +<p>The harbor, which forms the mouth of a river, was studded with +Angria's vessels, large and small, and from the docks situated on +the sandy isthmus came the busy sound of shipwrights at work. The +rocky walls of the fort were fifty feet high, with round towers, +long curtains, and some fifty embrasures. The left shore of the +harbor was flat, but to the south of the fort rose a hill of the +same height as the walls of rock. Such was the headquarters of the +notorious pirate Tulaji Angria, the last of the line which had for +fifty years been the terror of the Malabar coast.</p> +<p>The Good Intent dropped anchor off the jetty running out from +the docks north of the fort. Captain Barker had already given +orders that no shore leave was to be allowed to the crew, and as +soon as he had stepped into the longboat, accompanied by Diggle, +the men's discontent broke forth in angry imprecations, which Mr. +Toley wisely affected not to hear.</p> +<p>No time was lost in unloading the portion of the cargo intended +for Angria. The goods were carried along the jetty by stalwart +Marathas clad only in loincloths, and stored in rude cabins with +penthouse roofs. As Desmond knew, the heavy chests that taxed the +strength of the bearers contained for the most part muskets and +ammunition. The work went on for the greater part of the day, and +at nightfall neither the captain nor Diggle had returned to the +vessel.</p> +<p>Next day a large quantity of Indian produce was taken on board. +Desmond noticed that as the bales and casks reached the deck, some +of the crew were told off to remove all marks from them.</p> +<p>"What's that for?" repeated Bulger, in reply to a question of +Desmond's. "Why, 'cos if the ship came to be overhauled by a +Company's vessel, it would tell tales if the cargo had Company's +marks on it. That wouldn't do by no manner o' means."</p> +<p>"But how should they get Company's marks on them?"</p> +<p>Bulger winked.</p> +<p>"You're raw yet, Burke," he said. "You'll know quite as much as +is good for you by the time you've made another voyage or two in +the Good Intent."</p> +<p>"But I don't intend to make another voyage in her. Mr. Diggle +promised to get me employment in the country."</p> +<p>"What? You still believes in that there Diggle? Well, I don't +want to hurt no feelin's, and I may be wrong, but I'll lay my +bottom dollar Diggle won't do a hand's turn for you."</p> +<p>The second day passed, and in the evening Captain Barker, who +had hitherto left Mr. Toley in charge, came aboard in high +humor.</p> +<p>"I may be wrong," remarked Bulger, "but judgin' by cap'n's face, +he've been an' choused the Pirate--got twice the valley o' the +goods he's landed."</p> +<p>"I wonder where Mr. Diggle is?" said Desmond.</p> +<p>"You en't no call to mourn for him, I tell you. He's an old +friend of the Pirate, don't make no mistake; neither you nor me +will be any the worse for not seein' his grinnin' phiz no more. +Thank your stars he've left you alone for the last part of the +voyage, which I wonder at, all the same."</p> +<p>Next day all was bustle on board in preparation for sailing. In +the afternoon a peon {messenger} came hurrying along the jetty, +boarded the vessel, and handed a note to the captain, who read it, +tore it up, and dismissed the messenger. He went down to his cabin, +and coming up a few minutes later, cried:</p> +<p>"Where's that boy Burke?"</p> +<p>"Here, sir," cried Desmond, starting up from the place where, in +Bulger's company, he had been splicing a rope.</p> +<p>"Idling away your time as usual, of course. Here, take this chit +{note} and run ashore. 'Tis for Mr. Diggle, as you can see if you +can read."</p> +<p>"But how am I to find him, sir?"</p> +<p>"Hang me, that's your concern. Find him, and give the chit into +his own hand, and be back without any tomfoolery, or by thunder +I'll lay a rope across your shoulders."</p> +<p>Desmond took the note, left the vessel, and hurried along the +jetty. After what Bulger had said he was not very well pleased at +the prospect of meeting Diggle again. At the shore end of the jetty +he was accosted by the peon who had brought Diggle's note on board. +The man intimated by signs that he would show the way, and Desmond, +wondering why the Indian had not himself waited to receive Captain +Barker's answer, followed him at a rapid pace on shore, past the +docks, through a corner of the town where the appearance of a white +stranger attracted the curious attention of the natives, to an open +space in front of the entrance to the fort.</p> +<p>Here they arrived at a low wall cut by an open gateway, at each +side of which stood a Maratha sentry armed with a matchlock. A few +words were exchanged between Desmond's guide and one of the +sentries; the two entered, crossed a compound dotted with trees, +and passing through the principal gateway came to a large, square +building near the center of the fort. The door of this was guarded +by a sentry. Again a few words were spoken. Desmond fancied he saw +a slight smile curl the lips of the natives; then the sentry called +another peon who stood at hand, and sent him into the palace.</p> +<p>Desmond felt a strange sinking at heart. The smile upon these +dark faces awakened a vague uneasiness; it was so like Diggle's +smile. He supposed that the man had gone in to report that he had +arrived with the captain's answer. The note still remained with +him; the Marathas apparently knew that it was to be delivered +personally; yet he was left at the door, and his guide stood by in +an attitude that suggested he was on guard.</p> +<p>How long was he to be kept waiting? he wondered. Captain Barker +had ordered him to return at once; the penalty for disobedience he +knew only too well; yet the minutes passed, and lengthened into two +hours without any sign of the man who had gone in with the message. +Desmond spoke to the guide, but the man shook his head, knowing no +English. Becoming more and more uneasy, he was at length relieved +to see the messenger come back to the door and beckon him to enter. +As he passed the sentries they made him a salaam in which his +anxious sensitiveness detected a shade of mockery; but before he +could define his feelings he reached a third door guarded like the +others, and was ushered in.</p> +<p>He found himself in a large chamber, its walls dazzling with +barbaric decoration--figures of Ganessa, a favorite idol of the +Marathas, of monstrous elephants, and peacocks with enormously +expanded tails. The hall was so crowded that his first confusion +was redoubled. A path was made through the throng as at a signal, +and at the end of the room he saw two men apart from the rest.</p> +<p>One of them, standing a little back from the other, was Diggle; +the other, a tall, powerful figure in raiment as gaudy as the +painted peacocks around him, his fingers covered with rings, a +diamond blazing in his headdress, was sitting cross-legged on a +dais. Behind him, against the wall, was an image of Ganessa, made +of solid gold, with diamonds for eyes, and blazing with jewels. At +one side was his hookah, at the other a two-edged sword and an +unsheathed dagger. Below the dais on either hand two fierce-visaged +Marathas stood, their heads and shoulders covered with a helmet, +their bodies cased in a quilted vest, each holding a straight +two-edged sword. Between Angria and the idol two fan bearers +lightly swept the air above their lord's head with broad fans of +palm leaves.</p> +<p>Desmond walked towards the dais, feeling woefully out of place +amid the brilliant costumes of Angria's court. Scarcely two of the +Marathas were dressed alike; some were in white, some in lilac, +others in purple, but each with ornaments after his own taste. +Desmond had not had time before leaving the Good Intent to smarten +himself up, and he stood there a tall, thin, sunburnt youth in +dirty, tattered garments, doing his best to face the assembly with +British courage.</p> +<p>At the foot of the dais he paused and held out the captain's +note. Diggle took it in silence, his face wearing the smile that +Desmond knew so well and now so fully distrusted. Without reading +it, he tore it in fragments and threw them upon the floor, at the +same time saying a few words to the resplendent figure at his +side.</p> +<p>Tulaji Angria was dark, inclined to be fat, and not unpleasant +in feature. But it was with a scowling brow that he replied to +Diggle. Desmond was no coward, but he afterward confessed that as +he stood there watching the two faces, the dark, lowering face of +Angria, the smiling, scarcely less swarthy face of Diggle, he felt +his knees tremble under him. What was the Pirate saying? That he +was the subject of their conversation was plain from the glances +thrown at him; that he was at a crisis in his fate he knew by +instinct; but, ignorant of the tongue they spoke, he could but wait +in fearful anxiety and mistrust.</p> +<p>He learned afterwards the purport of the talk.</p> +<p>"That is your man?" said Angria. 'You have deceived me. I looked +for a man of large stature and robust make, like the Englishmen I +already have. What good will this slim, starved stripling be in my +barge?"</p> +<p>"You must not be impatient, huzur {lord}," replied Diggle. "He +is a stripling, it is true; slim, certainly; starved--well, the +work on board ship does not tend to fatten a man. But give him +time; he is but sixteen or seventeen years old, young in my +country. In a year or two, under your regimen, he will develop; he +comes of a hardy stock, and already he can make himself useful. He +was one of the quickest and handiest on board our ship, though this +was his first voyage."</p> +<p>"But you yourself admit that he is not yet competent for the oar +in my barge. What is to recompense me for the food he will eat +while he is growing? No, Diggle sahib, if I take him I must have +some allowance off the price. In truth, I will not take him unless +you send me from your vessel a dozen good muskets. That is my +word."</p> +<p>"Still, huzur--" began Diggle, but Angria cut him short with a +gesture of impatience.</p> +<p>"That is my word, I say. Shall I, Tulaji Angria, dispute with +you? I will have twenty muskets, or you may keep the boy."</p> +<p>Diggle shrugged and smiled.</p> +<p>"Very well, huzur. You drive a hard bargain; but it shall be as +you say. I will send a chit to the captain, and you shall have the +muskets before the ship sails."</p> +<p>Angria made a sign to one of his attendants. The man approached +Desmond, took him by the sleeve, and signed for him to come away. +Desmond threw a beseeching look at Diggle, and said hurriedly:</p> +<p>"Mr. Diggle, please tell me--"</p> +<p>But Angria rose to his feet in wrath, and shouted to the man who +had Desmond by the sleeve. Desmond made no further resistance. His +head swam as he passed between the dusky ranks out into the +courtyard.</p> +<p>"What does it all mean?" he asked himself.</p> +<p>His guide hurried him along until they came to a barn-like +building under the northwest angle of the fort. The Maratha +unlocked the door, signed to Desmond to enter, and locked him in. +He was alone.</p> +<p>He spent three miserable hours. Bitterly did he now regret +having cast in his lot with the smooth-spoken stranger who had been +so sympathetic with him in his troubles at home. He tried to guess +what was to be done with him. He was in Angria's power, a prisoner, +but to what end? Had he run from the tyranny at home merely to fall +a victim to a worse tyranny at the hands of an oriental? He knew so +little of Angria, and his brain was in such a turmoil, that he +could not give definite shape to his fears.</p> +<p>He paced up and down the hot, stuffy shed, awaiting, dreading, +he knew not what. Through the hole that served for a window he saw +men passing to and fro across the courtyard, but they were all +swarthy, all alien; there was no one from whom he could expect a +friendly word.</p> +<p>Toward evening, as he looked through the hole, he saw Diggle +issue from the door of the palace and cross towards the outer +gate.</p> +<p>"Mr. Diggle! Mr. Diggle!" he called. "Please! I am locked up +here."</p> +<p>Diggle looked round, smiled, and leisurely approached the +shed.</p> +<p>"Why have they shut me up here?" demanded Desmond. "Captain +Barker said I was to return at once. Do get the door unlocked."</p> +<p>"You ask the impossible, my young friend," replied Diggle +through the hole. "You are here by the orders of Angria, and +'twould be treason in me to pick his locks."</p> +<p>"But why? what right has he to lock me up? and you, why did you +let him? You said you were my friend; you promised--oh, you know +what you promised."</p> +<p>"I promised? Truly, I promised that, if you were bent on +accompanying me to these shores, I would use my influence to +procure you employment with one of my friends among the native +princes. Well, I have kept my word; <i>firmavi fidem</i>, as the +Latin hath it. Angria is my friend; I have used my influence with +him; and you are now in the service of one of the most potent of +Indian princes. True, your service is but beginning. It may be +arduous at first; it may be long <i>ab ovo usque ad mala</i>; the +egg may be hard, and the apples, perchance, somewhat sour; but as +you become inured to your duties, you will learn resignation and +patience, and--"</p> +<p>"Don't!" burst out Desmond, unable to endure the smooth-flowing +periods of the man now self-confessed a villain. "What does it +mean? Tell me plainly; am I a slave?"</p> +<p>"<i>Servulus, non servus</i>, my dear boy. What is the odds +whether you serve Dick Burke, a booby farmer, or Tulaji Angria, a +prince and a man of intelligence? Yet there is a difference, and I +would give you a word of counsel. Angria is an oriental, and a +despot; it were best to serve him with all diligence, or--"</p> +<p>He finished the sentence with a meaning grimace.</p> +<p>"Mr. Diggle, you can't mean it," said Desmond. "Don't leave me +here! I implore you to release me. What have I ever done to you? +Don't leave me in this awful place."</p> +<p>Diggle smiled and began to move away. At the sight of his +malicious smile the prisoner's despair was swept away before a +tempest of rage.</p> +<p>"You scoundrel! You shameless scoundrel!"</p> +<p>The words, low spoken and vibrant with contempt, reached Diggle +when he was some distance from the shed. He turned and sauntered +back.</p> +<p>"<i>Heia! contumeliosae voces</i>! 'Tis pretty abuse. My young +friend, I must withdraw my ears from such shocking language. But +stay! if you have any message for Sir Willoughby, your squire, +whose affections you have so diligently cultivated to the prejudice +of his nearest and dearest, it were well for you to give it. 'Tis +your last opportunity; for those who enter Angria's service enjoy a +useful but not a long career. And before I return to Gheria from a +little journey I am about to make, you may have joined the majority +of those who have tempted fate in this insalubrious clime. <i>Horae +momento cita mors yen it</i>--you remember the phrase?"</p> +<p>Diggle leaned against the wooden wall, watching with malicious +enjoyment the effect of his words. Desmond was very pale; all his +strength seemed to have deserted him. Finding that his taunts +provoked no reply, Diggle went on:</p> +<p>"Time presses, my young friend. You will be logged a deserter +from the Good Intent. 'Tis my fervent hope you never fall into the +hands of Captain Barker; as you know, he is a terrible man when +roused."</p> +<p>Waving his gloved hand, he moved away. Desmond did not watch his +departure. Falling back from the window, he threw himself upon the +ground, and gave way to a long fit of black despair.</p> +<p>How long he lay in this agony he knew not. But he was at last +roused by the opening of the door. It was almost dark. Rising to +his feet, he saw a number of men hustled into the shed. Ranged +along one of the walls, they squatted on the floor, and for some +minutes afterwards Desmond heard the clank of irons and the harsh +grating of a key. Then a big Maratha came to him, searched him +thoroughly, clapped iron bands upon his ankles, and locked the +chains to staples in the wall. Soon the door was shut, barred, and +locked, and Desmond found himself a prisoner with eight others.</p> +<p>For a little they spoke among themselves, in the low tones of +men utterly spent and dispirited. Then all was silent, and they +slept. But Desmond lay wide awake, waiting for the morning.</p> +<p>The shed was terribly hot. Air came only through the one narrow +opening, and before an hour was past the atmosphere was foul, +seeming the more horrible to Desmond by contrast with the freshness +of his life on the ocean. Mosquitoes nipped him until he could +scarcely endure the intense irritation. He would have given +anything for a little water; but though he heard a sentry pacing up +and down outside, he did not venture to call to him, and could only +writhe in heat and torture, longing for the dawn, yet fearing it +and what it might bring forth.</p> +<p>Worn and haggard after his sleepless night, Desmond had scarcely +spirit enough to look with curiosity on his fellow prisoners when +the shed was faintly lit by the morning sun. But he saw that the +eight men, all natives, were lying on crude charpoys {mat beds} +along the wall, each man chained to a staple like his own. One of +the men was awake; and, catching Desmond's lusterless eyes fixed +upon him, he sat up and returned his gaze.</p> +<p>"Your Honor is an English gentleman?"</p> +<p>The words caused Desmond to start: they were so unexpected in +such a place. The Indian spoke softly and carefully, as if anxious +not to awaken his companions.</p> +<p>"Yes," replied Desmond. "Who are you?"</p> +<p>"My name, sir, is Surendra Nath Chuckerbutti. I was lately a +clerk in the employ of a burra {great} sahib, English factor, at +Calcutta."</p> +<p>"How did you get here?"</p> +<p>"That, sahib, is a moving tale. While on a visit of condolence +to my respectable uncle and aunt at Chittagong, I was kidnapped by +Sandarband piratical dogs. Presto!--at that serious crisis a Dutch +ship makes apparition and rescues me; but my last state is more +desperate than the first. The Dutch vessel will not stop to replace +me on mother earth; she is for Bombay, across the kala pani {black +water}, as we say. I am not a swimmer; besides, what boots it?--we +are ten miles from land, to say nothing of sharks and crocodiles +and the lordly tiger. So I perforce remain, to the injury of my +caste, which forbids navigation. But see the issue. The Dutch ship +is assaulted; grabs and gallivats galore swarm upon the face of the +waters; all is confusion worse confounded; in a brace of shakes we +are in the toils. It is now two years since this untoward +catastrophe. With the crew I am conveyed hither and eat the bitter +crust of servitude. Some of the Dutchmen are consigned to other +forts in possession of the Pirate, and three serve here in his +state barge."</p> +<p>Desmond glanced at the sleeping forms.</p> +<p>"No, sir, they are not here," said the Babu {equivalent to Mr.; +applied by the English to the native clerk}, catching his look. +"They share another apartment with your countrymen--chained? Oh, +yes! These, my bedfellows of misfortune, are Indians, not of +Bengal, like myself; two are Biluchis hauled from a country ship; +two are Mussulmans from Mysore; one a Gujarati; two Marathas. We +are a motley crew--a miscellany, no less."</p> +<p>"What do they do with you in the daytime?"</p> +<p>"I, sir, adjust accounts of the Pirate's dockyard; for this I am +qualified by prolonged driving of quill in Calcutta, to expressed +satisfaction of Honorable John Company and English merchants. But +my position, sir, is of Damoclean anxiety. I am horrified by +conviction that one small error of calculation will entail direst +retribution. Videlicet, sir, this week a fellow captive is minus a +finger and thumb--and all for oversight of six annas {the anna is +the 16th part of a rupee}. But I hear the step of our jailer; I +must bridle my tongue."</p> +<p>The Babu had spoken throughout in a low monotonous tone that had +not disturbed the slumbers of his fellow prisoners. But they were +all awakened by the noisy opening of the door and the entrance of +their jailer. He went to each in turn, and unlocked their fetters; +then they filed out in dumb submission, to be escorted by armed +sentries to the different sheds where they fed, each caste by +itself.</p> +<p>When the eight had disappeared the jailer turned to Desmond, +and, taking him by the sleeve, led him across the courtyard into +the palace. Here, in a little room, he was given a meager breakfast +of rice; after which he was taken to another room where he found +Angria in company with a big Maratha, who had in his hand a long +bamboo cane. The Pirate was no longer in durbar {council, +ceremonial} array, but was clad in a long yellow robe with a +lilac-colored shawl.</p> +<p>Conscious that he made a very poor appearance in his tatters, +Desmond felt that the two men looked at him with contempt. A brief +conversation passed between them; then the Maratha salaamed to +Angria and went from the room, beckoning Desmond to follow him. +They went out of the precincts of the palace, and through a part of +the town, until they arrived at the docks. There the laborers, +slaves and free, were already at work. Desmond at the first glance +noticed several Europeans among them, miserable objects who +scarcely lifted their heads to look at this latest newcomer of +their race. His guide called up one of the foremen shipwrights, and +instructed him to place the boy among a gang of the workmen. Then +he went away. Scarcely a minute had elapsed when Desmond heard a +cry, and looking round, saw the man brutally belaboring with his +rattan the bare shoulders of a native. He quivered; the incident +seemed of ill augury.</p> +<p>In a few minutes Desmond found himself among a gang of men who +were working at a new gallivat in process of construction for +Angria's own use. He received his orders in dumb show from the +foreman of the gang. Miserable as he was, he would not have been a +boy if he had not been interested in his novel surroundings; and no +intelligent boy could have failed to take an interest in the +construction of a gallivat. It was a large rowboat of from thirty +to seventy tons, with two masts, the mizzen being very slight. The +mainmast bore one huge sail, triangular in form, its peak extending +to a considerable height above the mast. The smaller gallivats were +covered with a spar deck made of split bamboos, their armament +consisting of pettararoes fixed on swivels in the gunwale. But the +larger vessels had a fixed deck on which were mounted six or eight +cannon, from two to four pounders; and in addition to their sail +they had from forty to fifty oars, so that, with a stout crew, they +attained a rate of four or five miles an hour.</p> +<p>One of the first things Desmond learned was that the Indian mode +of ship building differed fundamentally from the European. The +timbers were fitted in after the planks had been put together; and +the planks were put together, not with flat edges, but rabbited, +the parts made to correspond with the greatest exactness. When a +plank was set up, its edge was smeared with red lead, and the edge +of the plank to come next was pressed down upon it, the +inequalities in its surface being thus shown by the marks of the +lead. These being smoothed away, if necessary several times, and +the edges fitting exactly, they were rubbed with <i>da'ma</i>, a +sort of glue that in course of time became as hard as iron. The +planks were then firmly riveted with pegs, and by the time the work +was finished the seams were scarcely visible, the whole forming +apparently one entire piece of timber.</p> +<p>The process of building a gallivat was thus a very long and +tedious one; but the vessel when completed was so strong that it +could go to sea for many years before the hull needed repair.</p> +<p>Desmond learned all this only gradually; but from the first day, +making a virtue of necessity, he threw himself into the work and +became very useful, winning the good opinion of the officers of the +dockyard. His feelings were frequently wrung by the brutal +punishments inflicted by the overseer upon defaulters. The man had +absolute power over the workers. He could flog them, starve them, +even cut off their ears and noses. One of his favorite devices was +to tie a quantity of oiled cotton round each of a man's fingers and +set light to these living torches.</p> +<p>Another, used with a man whom he considered lazy, was the tank. +Between the dockyard and the river, separated from the latter only +by a thin wall, was a square cavity about seven feet deep covered +with boarding, in the center of which was a circular hole. In the +wall was a small orifice through which water could be let in from +the river, while in the opposite wall was the pipe and spout of a +small hand pump. The man whom the overseer regarded as an idler was +let down into the tank, the covering replaced, and water allowed to +enter from the river. This was a potent spur to the defaulter's +activity, for if he did not work the pump fast enough the water +would gradually rise in the tank, and he would drown. Desmond +learned of one case where the man, utterly worn out by his life of +alternate toil and punishment, refused to work the pump and stood +in silent indifference while the water mounted inch by inch until +it covered his head and ended his woes.</p> +<p>Desmond's diligence in the dockyard pleased the overseer, whose +name was Govinda, and he was by and by employed on lighter tasks +which took him sometimes into the town. Until the novelty wore off +he felt a lively interest in the scenes that met his eye--the +bazaars, crowded with dark-skinned natives, the men mustachioed, +clad for the most part in white garments that covered them from the +crown of the head to the knee, with a touch of red sometimes in +their turbans; the women with bare heads and arms and feet, garbed +in red and blue; the gosains, mendicants with matted hair and +unspeakable filth; the women who fried chapatis {small, flat, +unleavened cakes} on griddles in the streets, grinding their meal +in handmills; the sword grinders, whetting the blades of the +Maratha two-edged swords; the barbers, whose shops had a +never-ending succession of customers; the Brahmans, almost naked +and shaved bald save for a small tuft at the back of the head; the +sellers of madi, a toddy extracted from the cocoanut palm; the +magicians in their shawls, with high stiff red cap, painted all +over with snakes; the humped bullocks that were employed as beasts +of burden, and when not in use roamed the streets untended; +occasionally the basawa, the sacred bull of Siva, the destroyer, +and the rath {car} carrying the sacred rat of Ganessa. But with +familiarity such scenes lost their charm; and as the months passed +away Desmond felt more and more the gnawing of care at his heart, +the constant sadness of a slave.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch11" id="Ch11">Chapter 11</a>: In which the Babu +tells the story of King Vikramaditya; and the discerning reader may +find more than appears on the surface.</h2> +<p>Day followed day in dreary sameness. Regularly every evening +Desmond was locked with his eight fellow prisoners in the shed, +there to spend hours of weariness and discomfort until morning +brought release and the common task. He had the same rations of +rice and ragi {a cereal}, with occasional doles of more substantial +fare. He was carefully kept from all communication with the other +European prisoners, and as the Bengali was the only man of his set +who knew English, his only opportunities of using his native tongue +occurred in the evening before he slept.</p> +<p>His fellow prisoners spoke Urdu among themselves, and Desmond +found some alleviation of the monotony of his life in learning the +lingua franca of India under the Babu's tuition. He was encouraged +to persevere in the study by the fact that the Babu proved to be an +excellent storyteller, often beguiling the tedium of wakeful hours +in the shed by relating interminable narratives from the Hindu +mythology, and in particular the exploits of the legendary hero +Vikramaditya. So accomplished was he in this very oriental art that +it was not uncommon for one or other of the sentries to listen to +him through the opening in the shed wall, and the head warder who +locked the prisoners' fetters would himself sometimes squat down at +the door before leaving them at night, and remain an interested +auditor until the blast of a horn warned all in the fort and town +that the hour of sleep had come. It was some time before Desmond +was sufficiently familiar with the language to pick up more than a +few words of the stories here and there, but in three months he +found himself able to follow the narrative with ease.</p> +<p>Meanwhile he was growing apace. The constant work in the open +air, clad, save during the rains, in nothing but a thin dhoti {a +cloth worn round the waist, passed between the legs and tucked in +behind the back}, developed his physique and, even in that hot +climate, hardened his muscles. The Babu one day remarked with envy +that he would soon be deemed worthy of promotion to Angria's own +gallivat, whose crew consisted of picked men of all +nationalities.</p> +<p>This was an honor Desmond by no means coveted. As a dockyard +workman, earning his food by the sweat of his brow, he did not come +in contact with Angria, and was indeed less hardly used than he had +been on board the Good Intent. But to become a galley slave seemed +to him a different thing, and the prospect of pulling an oar in the +Pirate's gallivat served to intensify his longing to escape.</p> +<p>For, though he proved so willing and docile in the dockyard, not +a day passed but he pondered the idea of escape. He seized every +opportunity of learning the topography of the fort and town, being +aided in this unwittingly by Govinda, who employed him more and +more often, as he became familiar with the language, in conveying +messages from one part of the settlement to another. But he was +forced to confess to himself that the chances of escape were very +slight. Gheria was many miles from the nearest European settlement +where he might find refuge. To escape by sea seemed impossible; if +he fled through the town and got clear of Angria's territory he +would almost certainly fall into the hands of the Peshwa's {the +prime minister and real ruler of the Maratha kingdom} people, and +although the Peshwa was nominally an ally of the Company, his +subjects--a lawless, turbulent, predatory race--were not likely to +be specially friendly to a solitary English lad. A half-felt hope +that he might be able to reach Suwarndrug, lately captured by +Commodore James, was dashed by the news that that fort had been +handed over by him to the Marathas. Moreover, such was the rivalry +among the various European nations competing for trade in India +that he was by no means sure of a friendly reception if he should +succeed in gaining a Portuguese or Dutch settlement. Dark stories +were told of Portuguese dealings with Englishmen, and the Dutch +bore no good repute for their treatment of prisoners.</p> +<p>It was a matter of wonder to Desmond that none of his companions +ever hinted at escape. He could not imagine that any man could be a +slave without feeling a yearning for liberty; yet these men lived +through the unvarying round; eating, toiling, sleeping, without any +apparent mental revolt. He could only surmise that all manliness +and spirit had been crushed out of them, and from motives of +prudence he forbore to speak of freedom.</p> +<p>But one evening, a sultry August evening when the shed was like +an oven, and, bathed in sweat, he felt utterly limp and depressed, +he asked the Babu in English whether anyone had ever escaped out of +Angria's clutches. Surendra Nath Chuckerbutti glanced anxiously +around, as if fearful that the others might understand. But they +lay listless on their charpoys; they knew no English, and there was +nothing in Desmond's tone to quicken their hopelessness.</p> +<p>"No, sahib," said the Bengali; "such escapade, if successful, is +beyond my ken. There have been attempts; <i>cui bono</i>? Nobody is +an anna the better. Nay, the last state of such misguided men is +even worse; they die suffering very ingenious torture."</p> +<p>Desmond had been amazed at the Babu's command of English until +he learned that the man was an omnivorous reader, and in his +leisure at Calcutta had spent many an hour in poring over such +literature as his master's scanty library afforded, the works of +Mr. Samuel Johnson and Mr. Henry Fielding in particular.</p> +<p>At this moment Desmond said no more, but in the dead of night, +when all were asleep, he leaned over to the Babu's charpoy and +gently nudged him.</p> +<p>"Surendra Nath!" he whispered.</p> +<p>"Who calls?" returned the Babu.</p> +<p>"Listen. Have you yourself ever thought of escaping?"</p> +<p>"Peace and quietness, sir. He will hear."</p> +<p>"Who?"</p> +<p>"The Gujarati, sir--Fuzl Khan."</p> +<p>"But he doesn't understand. And if he did, what then?"</p> +<p>"He was the single man, positively unique, who was spared among +six attempting escape last rains."</p> +<p>"They did make an attempt, then. Why was he spared?"</p> +<p>"That, sir, deponent knoweth not. The plot was carried to +Angria."</p> +<p>"How?"</p> +<p>"That also is dark as pitch. But Fuzl Khan was spared, that we +know. No man can trust his <i>vis-a-vis</i>. No man is now so bold +to discuss such matters."</p> +<p>"Is that why we are all chained up at night?"</p> +<p>"That, sir, is the case. It is since then our limbs are +shackled."</p> +<p>Desmond thought over this piece of information. He had noticed +that the Gujarati was left much alone by the others. They were +outwardly civil enough, but they rarely spoke to him of their own +accord, and sometimes they would break off in a conversation if he +appeared interested. Desmond had put this down to the man's temper; +he was a sullen fellow, with a perpetually hangdog look, +occasionally breaking out in paroxysms of violence which cost him +many a scourging from the overseer's merciless rattan. But the +attitude of his fellow prisoner was more easily explained if the +Babu's hint was well founded. They feared him.</p> +<p>Yet, if he had indeed betrayed his comrades, he had gained +little by his treachery. He was no favorite with the officers of +the yard. They kept him hard at work, and seemed to take a delight +in harrying him. More than once, unjustly, as it appeared to +Desmond, he had made acquaintance with the punishment tank. In his +dealings with his fellows he was morose and offensive. A man of +great physical strength, he was a match for any two of his shed +companions save the Biluchis, who, though individually weaker, +retained something of the spirit of their race and made common +cause against him. The rest he bullied, and none more than the +Bengali, whose weaklier constitution spared him the hard manual +work of the yard, but whose timidity invited aggression.</p> +<p>Now that the subject which constantly occupied his thoughts had +been mooted, Desmond found himself more eagerly striving to find a +solution of the problem presented by the idea of escape. At all +hours of the day, and often when he lay in sleepless discomfort at +night, his active mind recurred to the one absorbing matter: how to +regain his freedom. He had already canvassed the possibilities of +escape by land, only to dismiss the idea as utterly impracticable; +for even could he elude the vigilance of the sentries he could not +pass as a native, and the perils besetting an Englishman were not +confined to Angria's territory.</p> +<p>But how stood the chances of escape by sea? Could he stow +himself on board a grab or gallivat, and try to swim ashore when +near some friendly port? He put the suggestion from him as absurd. +Supposing he succeeded in stowing himself on an outgoing vessel, +how could he know when he was near a friendly port without risking +almost certain discovery? Besides, except in such rare cases as the +visit of an interloper like the Good Intent, the Pirate did little +trade. His vessels were employed mainly in dashing out on +insufficiently-convoyed merchantmen.</p> +<p>But the train of thought once started could not but be followed +out. What if he could seize a grab or gallivat in the harbor? To +navigate such a vessel required a party, men having some knowledge +of the sea. How stood his fellow prisoners in that respect? The +Biluchis, tall wiry men, were traders, and had several times, he +knew, made the voyage from the Persian Gulf to Surat. It was on one +of these journeys that they had fallen into Angria's hands. They +might have picked up something of the simpler details of +navigation. The Mysoreans, being up-country men and agriculturists, +were not likely even to have seen the sea until they became slaves +of Angria. The Marathas would be loath to embark; they belonged to +a warrior race which had for centuries lived by raiding its +neighbors; but being forbidden by their religion to eat or drink at +sea they would never make good seamen. The Babu was a native of +Bengal, and the Bengalis were physically the weakest of the Indian +peoples, constitutionally timid, and unenterprising in matters +demanding physical courage. Desmond smiled as he thought of how his +friend Surendra Nath might comport himself in a storm.</p> +<p>There remained the Gujarati, and of his nautical capacity +Desmond knew nothing. But, mentioning the matter of seamanship +casually to the Babu one day, he learned that Fuzl Khan was a +khalasi {sailor} from Cutch. He had in him a strain of negro blood, +derived probably from some Zanzibari ancestor brought to Cutch as a +slave. The men of the coast of Cutch were the best sailors in +India; and Fuzl Khan himself had spent a considerable portion of +his life at sea.</p> +<p>Thus reflecting on the qualities of his fellow captives, Desmond +had ruefully to acknowledge that they would make a poor crew to +navigate a grab or gallivat. Yet he could find no other, for +Angria's system of mixing the nationalities was cunningly devised +to prevent any concerted schemes. If the attempt was to be made at +all, it must be made with the men whom he knew intimately and with +whom he had opportunities of discussing a plan.</p> +<p>But he was at once faced by the question of the Gujarati's +trustworthiness. If there was any truth in Surendra Nath's +suspicions, he would be quite ready to betray his fellows; and if +looks and manner were any criterion, the suspicions were amply +justified. True, the man had gained nothing by his former +treachery, but that might not prevent him from repeating it, in the +hope that a second betrayal would compel reward.</p> +<p>While Desmond was still pondering and puzzling, it happened one +unfortunate day that Govinda the overseer was carried off within a +few hours by what the Babu called the cramp--a disease now known as +cholera. His place was immediately filled. But his successor was a +very different man. He was not so capable as Govinda, and +endeavored to make up for his incapacity by greater brutality and +violence. The work of the yard fell off; he tried to mend matters +by harrying the men. The whip and rattan were in constant use, but +the result was less efficiency than ever, and he sought for the +cause everywhere but in himself. The lives of the captives, bad +enough before, became a continual torment.</p> +<p>Desmond fared no better than the rest. He lost the trifling +privileges he had formerly enjoyed. The new overseer seemed to take +a delight in bullying him. Many a night, when he returned to the +shed, his back was raw where the lash had cut a livid streak +through his thin dhoti. His companions suffered in common with him, +Fuzl Khan more than any. For days at a time the man was +incapacitated from work by the treatment meted out to him. Desmond +felt that if the Gujarati had indeed purchased his life by +betraying his comrades, he had made a dear bargain.</p> +<p>One night, when his eight companions were all asleep, and +nothing could be heard but the regular calls of the sentries, the +beating of tom toms in the town, and the howls of jackals prowling +in the outskirts, Desmond gently woke the Babu.</p> +<p>"My friend, listen," he whispered, "I have something to say to +you."</p> +<p>Surendra Nath turned over in his charpoy.</p> +<p>"Speak soft, I pray," he said.</p> +<p>"My head is on fire," continued Desmond. "I cannot sleep. I have +been thinking. What is life worth to us? Can anything be worse than +our present lot? Do you ever think of escape?"</p> +<p>"What good, sir? I have said so before. We are fettered; what +can we do? There is but one thing that all men in our plight +desire; that is death."</p> +<p>"Nonsense! I do not desire death. This life is hateful, but +while we live there is something to hope for, and I for one am not +content to endure lifelong misery. I mean to escape."</p> +<p>"It is easy to say, but the doing--that is impossible."</p> +<p>"How can we tell that unless we try? The men who tried to escape +did not think it impossible. They might have succeeded--who can +say?--if Fuzl Khan had not betrayed them."</p> +<p>"And he is still with us. He would betray us again."</p> +<p>"I am not sure of that. See what he has suffered! Today his +whole body must have writhed with pain. But for the majum {a +preparation of hemp} he has smoked and the plentiful ghi {clarified +butter} we rubbed him with, he would be moaning now. I think he +will be with us if we can only find out a way. You have been here +longer than I; can not you help me to form a plan?"</p> +<p>"No, sahib; my brain is like running water. Besides, I am +afraid. If we could get rid of our fetters and escape we might have +to fight. I cannot fight; I am not a man of war; I am +commercial."</p> +<p>"But you will help me if I can think of a plan?"</p> +<p>"I cannot persuade myself to promise, sahib. It is impossible. +Death is the only deliverer."</p> +<p>Desmond was impatient of the man's lack of spirit. But he +suffered no sign of his feeling to escape him. He had grown to have +a liking for the Babu.</p> +<p>"Well, I shall not give up the idea," he said. "Perhaps I shall +speak of it to you again."</p> +<p>Two nights later, in the dark and silent hours, Desmond reopened +the matter. This time the conversation lasted much longer, and in +the course of it the Babu became so much interested and indeed +excited that he forgot his usual caution, and spoke in a +high-pitched tone that woke the Biluchi on the other side. The man +hurled abuse at the disturber of his repose, and Surendra Nath +regained his caution and relapsed into his usual soft murmur. +Desmond and he were still talking when the light of dawn stole into +the shed; but though neither had slept, they went about their work +during the day with unusual briskness and lightness of heart.</p> +<p>That evening, after the prisoners had eaten their supper in +their respective eating rooms, they squatted against the outer wall +of the shed for a brief rest before being locked up for the night. +The Babu had promised to tell a story. The approaches to the yard +were all guarded by the usual sentries, and in the distance could +be heard the clanking of the warder's keys as he went from shed to +shed performing his nightly office.</p> +<p>"The story! the story!" said one of the Marathas impatiently. +"Why dost thou tarry, Babu?"</p> +<p>"I have eaten, Gousla, and when the belly is full the brain is +sluggish. But the balance is adjusting itself, and in a little I +will begin."</p> +<p>Through the farther gate came the warder. Desmond and his +companions were the last with whom he had to deal. His keys +jangling, he advanced slowly between two Marathas armed with +matchlocks and two-edged swords.</p> +<p>The Babu had his back against the shed, the others were grouped +about him, and at his left there was a vacant space. It was growing +dusk.</p> +<p>"Hai, worthy jailer!" said Surendra Nath pleasantly, "I was +about to tell the marvelous story of King Bhoya's golden throne. +But I will even now check the stream at the source. Your time is +precious. My comrades must wait until we get inside."</p> +<p>"Not so, Babu," said the warder gruffly. "Tell thy tale. Barik +Allah, you nine are the last of my round. I will myself wait and +hear, for thou hast a ready tongue, and the learning of a pundit +{learned man, teacher}, Babu, and thy stories, after the day's +work, are they not as honey poured on rice?"</p> +<p>"You honor me beyond my deserts. If you will deign to be +seated!"</p> +<p>The warder marched to the vacant spot at the Babu's side, and +squatted down, crossing his legs, his heavy bunch of keys lying on +the skirt of his dhoti. The armed Marathas stood at a little +distance, leaning on their matchlocks, within hearing of the Babu, +and at spots where they could see anyone approaching from either +end of the yard. It would not do for the warder to be found thus by +the officer of the watch.</p> +<p>"It happened during the reign of the illustrious King Bhoya," +began the Babu; then he caught his breath, looking strangely +nervous.</p> +<p>"It is the heat, good jailer," he said hurriedly; "--of the +illustrious King Bhoya, I said, that a poor ryot {peasant} named +Yajnadatta, digging one day in his field, found there buried the +divine throne of the incomparable King Vikramaditya. When his eyes +were somewhat recovered from the dazzling vision, and he could gaze +unblinking at the wondrous throne, he beheld that it was +resplendent with thirty-two graven images, and adorned with a +multitude of jewels: rubies and diamonds, pearls and jasper, +crystal and coral and sapphires.</p> +<p>"Now the news of this wondrous discovery coming to the ears of +King Bhoya, he incontinently caused the throne to be conveyed to +his palace, and had it set in the midst of his hall of counsel that +rose on columns of gold and silver, of coral and crystal. Then the +desire came upon him to sit on this throne, and calling his wise +men, he bade them choose a moment of good augury, and gave order to +his servitors to make all things ready for his coronation. +Whereupon his people brought curded milk, sandalwood, flowers, +saffron, umbrellas, parasols, divers tails--tails of oxen, tails of +peacocks; arrows, weapons of war, mirrors and other objects proper +to be held by wedded women--all things, indeed, meet for a solemn +festival, with a well-striped tiger skin to represent the seven +continents of the earth; nothing was wanting of all the matters +prescribed in the Shastras {holy books} for the solemn crowning of +kings; and having thus fulfilled their duty, the servitors humbly +acquainted his Majesty therewith. Then when the Guru {religious +teacher}, the Purohita {hereditary priest of the royal house}, the +Brahmans, the wise men, the councilors, the officers, the soldiers, +the chief captain, had entered, the august King Bhoya drew near the +throne, to the end that he might be anointed.</p> +<p>"But lo! the first of the carven figures that surrounded the +throne thus spake and said: 'Harken, O King. That prince who is +endowed with sovereign qualities; who shines before all others in +wealth, in liberality, in mercy; who excels in heroism and in +goodness; who is drawn by his nature to deeds of piety; who is full +of might and majesty; that prince alone is worthy to sit upon this +throne--no other, no meaner sovereign, is worthy. Harken, O King, +to the story of the throne.'"</p> +<p>"Go on, Babu," said the jailer, as the narrator paused; "what +said the graven image?"</p> +<p>"'There once lived,'" continued the Babu, "'in the city of +Avanti, a king, Bartrihari by name. Having come to recognize the +vanity of earthly things, this king one day left his throne and +went as a jogi {ascetic} afar into the desert. His kingdom, being +then without a head--for he had no sons, and his younger brother, +the illustrious Vikramaditya, was traveling in far lands--fell into +sore disorder, so that thieves and evildoers increased from day to +day.</p> +<p>"'The wise men in their trouble sought diligently for a child +having the signs of royalty, and in due time, having found one, +Xatrya by name, they gave the kingdom into his charge. But in that +land there dwelt a mighty jin {evil spirit}, Vetala Agni {spirit of +fire}, who, when he heard of what the wise men had done, came forth +on the night of the same day the young king had been enthroned and +slew him and departed. And it befell that each time the councilors +found a new king, lo, the Vetala Agni came forth and slew him.</p> +<p>"'Now upon a certain day, when the wise men, in sore trouble of +heart, were met in council, there appeared among them the +illustrious Vikramaditya, newly returned from long travel, who, +when he had heard what was toward, said:</p> +<p>"'"O ye wise men and faithful, make me king without ado."</p> +<p>"'And the wise men, seeing that Vikramaditya was worthy of that +dignity thus spake:</p> +<p>"'"From this day, O excellency, thou art king of the realm of +Avanti."</p> +<p>"'Having in this fashion become king of Avanti, Vikramaditya +busied himself all that day with the affairs of his kingdom, +tasting the sweets of power; and at the fall of night he prepared, +against the visit of the Vetala Agni, great store of heady liquors, +all kinds of meat, fish, bread, confections, rice boiled with milk +and honey, sauces, curded milk, butter refined, sandalwood, +bouquets and garlands, divers sorts of sweet-scented things; and +all these he kept in his palace, and himself remained therein, +reclining in full wakefulness upon his fairest bed.</p> +<p>"'Then into this palace came the Vetala Agni, sword in hand, and +went about to slay the august Vikramaditya. But the king said:</p> +<p>"'"Harken, O Vetala Agni; seeing that thy Excellency has come +for to cause me to perish, it is not doubtful that thou wilt +succeed in thy purpose; albeit, all these viands thou dost here +behold have been brought together for thy behoof; eat, then, +whatsoever thou dost find worthy; afterwards thou shalt work thy +will."</p> +<p>"'And the Vetala Agni, having heard these words, filled himself +with this great store of food, and, marvelously content with the +king, said unto him:</p> +<p>"'"Truly I am content, and well disposed towards thee, and I +give thee the realm of Avanti; sit thou in the highest place and +taste its joys; but take heed of one thing: every day shalt thou +prepare for me a repast like unto this."</p> +<p>"'With these words, the Vetala Agni departed from that spot and +betook him into his own place.</p> +<p>"'Then for a long space did Vikramaditya diligently fulfill that +command; but by and by, growing aweary of feeding the Vetala Agni, +he sought counsel of the jogi Trilokanatha, who had his dwelling on +the mount of Kanahakrita. The jogi, perceiving the manifold merits +of the incomparable Vikramaditya, was moved with compassion towards +him, and when he had long meditated and recited sundry mantras +{hymns and prayers}, he thus spake and said:</p> +<p>"'"Harken, O King. From the sacred tank of Shakravatar spring +alleys four times seven, as it were branches from one trunk, to +wit, seven to the north, seven to the east, seven to the west, and +seven to the south. Of the seven alleys springing to the north do +you choose the seventh, and in the seventh alley the seventh tree +from the sacred tank, and on the seventh branch of the seventh tree +thou shalt find the nest of a bulbul. Within that nest thou shalt +discover a golden key."'"</p> +<p>The Babu was now speaking very slowly, and an observer watching +Desmond would have perceived that his eyes were fixed with a +strange look of mingled eagerness and anxiety upon the storyteller. +But no one observed this; every man in the group was intent upon +the story, hanging upon the lips of the eloquent Babu.</p> +<p>"'Having obtained the golden key,'" continued the narrator, +"'thou shalt return forthwith to thy palace, and the same night, +when the Vetala Angi has eaten and drunk his fill, thou shalt in +his presence lay the key upon the palm of thy left hand, thus--'" +(here the Babu quietly took up a key hanging from the bunch +attached to the warder's girdle, and laid it upon his left palm). +"'Then shalt thou say to the Vetala:</p> +<p>"'"O illustrious Vetala, tell me, I pray thee, what doth this +golden key unlock?"</p> +<p>"'Then if the aspect of the Vetala be fierce, fear not, for he +must needs reply: such is the virtue of the key; and by his words +thou shalt direct thy course. Verily it is for such a trial that +the gods have endowed thee with wisdom beyond the common lot of +men.</p> +<p>"'Vikramaditya performed in all points the jogi's bidding; and +having in the presence of the Vetala laid the golden key upon the +palm of his hand, a voice within bade him ask the question:</p> +<p>"'"O Vetala, what art thou apt to do? What knowest thou?"</p> +<p>"'And the Vetala answered:</p> +<p>"'"All that I have in my mind, that I am apt to perform. I know +all things."</p> +<p>"'And the king said:</p> +<p>"'"Speak, then; what is the number of my years?"</p> +<p>"'And the Vetala answered:</p> +<p>"'"The years of thy life are a hundred."</p> +<p>"'Then said the king:</p> +<p>"'"I am troubled because in the tale of my years there are two +gaps; grant me, then, one year in excess of a hundred, or from the +hundred take one."</p> +<p>"'And the Vetala answered:</p> +<p>"'"O King, thou art in the highest degree good, liberal, +merciful, just, lord of thyself, and honored of gods and of +Brahmans; the measure of joys that are ordained to fill thy life is +full; to add anything thereto, to take anything therefrom, are +alike impossible."</p> +<p>"'Having heard these words, the king was satisfied, and the +Vetala departed unto his own place.</p> +<p>"'Upon the night following the king prepared no feast against +the coming of the Vetala, but girt himself for fight. The Vetala +came, and seeing nothing in readiness for the repast, but, on the +contrary, all things requisite to a combat, he waxed wroth and +said:</p> +<p>"'"O wicked and perverse king, why hast thou made ready nothing +for my pleasure this night?"</p> +<p>"'And the king answered: "Since thou canst neither add to my +length of years, nor take anything therefrom, why should I make +ready a repast for thee continually and without profit?"</p> +<p>"'The Vetala made answer:</p> +<p>"'"Ho--'tis thus that thou speakest! Now, truly, come fight with +me; this night will I devour thee."</p> +<p>"'At these words the king rose up in wrath to smite the Vetala, +and held him in swift and dexterous combat for a brief space. And +the Vetala, having thus made proof of the might and heroism of the +king, and being satisfied, spake and said:</p> +<p>"'"O King, thou art mighty indeed; I am content with thy valor; +now, then, ask me what thou wilt."</p> +<p>"'And the king answered:</p> +<p>"'"Seeing that thou art well-disposed towards me, grant me this +grace, that when I call thee, thou wilt in that same instant stand +at my side."</p> +<p>"'And the Vetala, having granted this grace to the king, +departed unto his own place.'"</p> +<p>The Babu waved his hands as a sign that the story was ended. He +was damp with perspiration, and in his glance at Desmond there was +a kind of furtive appeal for approval.</p> +<p>"Thou speakest well, Babu," said the warder. "But what befell +King Bhoya when the graven image had thus ended his saying?"</p> +<p>"That, good jailer, is another story, and if you please to hear +it another night, I will do my poor best to satisfy you."</p> +<p>"Well, the hour is late."</p> +<p>The warder rose to his feet and resumed his official +gruffness.</p> +<p>"Come, rise; it is time I locked your fetters; and, in good +sooth, mine is no golden key."</p> +<p>He chuckled as he watched the prisoners file one by one into the +shed. Following them, he quickly locked each in turn to his staple +in the wall and went out, bolting and double-locking the door +behind him.</p> +<p>"You did well, my friend," whispered Desmond in English to the +Babu.</p> +<p>"My heart flutters like the wing of a bulbul," answered the +Babu; "but I am content, sahib."</p> +<p>"But say, Surendra Nath," remarked one of the Maratha captives, +"last time you told us that story you said nothing of the golden +key."</p> +<p>"Ah!" replied the Babu, "you are thinking of the story told by +the second graven image in King Vikramaditya's throne. I will tell +you that tomorrow."</p> +<h2><a name="Ch12" id="Ch12">Chapter 12</a>: In which our hero is +offered freedom at the price of honor; and Mr. Diggle finds that +others can quote Latin on occasion.</h2> +<p>Next morning, when Desmond left the shed with his fellow +prisoners, he took with him, secreted in a fold of his dhoti, a +small piece of clay. It had been given him overnight by the Babu. +An hour or two later, happening to be for a moment alone in the +tool shop, he took out the clay and examined it carefully. It was a +moment for which he had waited and longed with feverish impatience. +The clay was a thin strip, oval in shape, and slightly curved. In +the middle of it was the impression, faint but clear, of a key. A +footstep approaching, he concealed the clay again in his garment, +and, when a workman entered, was busily plying a chisel upon a deal +plank.</p> +<p>Before he left the tool shop, he secreted with the clay a scrap +of steel and a small file. That day, and for several days after, +whenever chance gave him a minute or two apart from his fellow +workmen, he employed the precious moments in diligently filing the +steel to the pattern on the clay. It was slow work: all too tedious +for his eager thought. But he worked at his secret task with +unfailing patience, and at the week's end had filed the steel to +the likeness of the wards of a key.</p> +<p>That night, when his "co-mates in exile" were asleep, he gently +inserted the steel in the lock of his ankle band. He tried to turn +it. It stuck fast; the wards did not fit. He was not surprised. +Before he made the experiment he had felt that it would fail; the +key was indeed a clumsy, ill-shapen instrument. But next day he +began to work on another piece of steel, and on this he spent every +spare minute he could snatch. This time he found himself able to +work faster. Night and morning he looked searchingly at the key on +the warder's bunch, and afterward tried to cut the steel to the +pattern that was now, as it were, stamped upon his brain.</p> +<p>He wished he could test his second model in the morning light +before the warder came, and correct it then. But to do so would +involve discovery by his fellow captives; the time to take them +into his confidence was not yet. He had perforce to wait till dead +of night before he could tell whether the changes, more and more +delicate and minute, made upon his key during the day were +effective. And the Babu was fretful; having done his part +admirably, as Desmond told him, in working the key into his story, +he seemed to expect that the rest would be easy, and did not make +account of the long labor of the file.</p> +<p>At length a night came when, inserting the key in the lock, +Desmond felt it turn easily. Success at last! As he heard the +click, he felt an extraordinary sense of elation. Quietly +unclasping the fetter, he removed it from his ankle, and stood +free. If it could be called free--to be shut up in a locked and +barred shed in the heart of one of the strongest fortresses in +Hindostan! But at least his limbs were at liberty. What a world of +difference there was between that and his former state!</p> +<p>Should he inform the Babu? He felt tempted to do so, for it was +to Surendra Nath's ingenuity in interpolating the incident of the +key into a well-known story that he owed the clay pattern of the +warder's key. But Surendra Nath was excitable; he was quite capable +of uttering a yell of delight that would waken the other men and +force a premature disclosure. Desmond decided to wait for a quiet +moment next day before telling the Babu of his success. So he +replaced his ankle band, locked the catch, and lay down to the +soundest and most refreshing sleep he had enjoyed for many a +night.</p> +<p>He had only just reached the workshop next morning when a peon +came with a message that Angria Rho {a chief or prince} required +his instant attendance at the palace. He began to quake in spite of +himself. Could the prince have discovered already that the lock of +his fetters had been tampered with? Desmond could scarcely believe +it. He had made his first test in complete darkness; nothing had +broken the silence save the one momentary click; and the warder, +when he unloosed him, had not examined the lock. What if he were +searched and the precious key were found upon him? It was carefully +hidden in a fold of his dhoti. There was no opportunity of finding +another hiding place for it; he must go as he was and trust that +suspicion had not been aroused. But it was with a galloping pulse +that he followed the peon out of the dockyard, within the walls of +the fort, and into the hall where he had had his first interview +with the Pirate.</p> +<p>His uneasiness was hardly allayed when he saw that Angria was in +company with Diggle. Both were squatting on the carpeted dais; no +other person was in the room. Having ushered him in, the peon +withdrew, and Desmond was alone with the two men he had most cause +to fear. Diggle was smiling, Angria's eyes were gleaming, his +mobile lips working as with impatience, if not anxiety.</p> +<p>The Pirate spoke quickly, imperiously.</p> +<p>"You have learnt our tongue, Firangi {originally applied by the +natives to the Portuguese, then to any European} boy?" he said.</p> +<p>"I have done my best, huzur," replied Desmond in Urdu.</p> +<p>"That is well. Now harken to what I say. You have pleased me; my +jamadar {head servant} speaks well of you; but you are my slave, +and, if I will it, you will always be my slave. You would earn your +freedom?"</p> +<p>"I am in your august hands, huzur," said Desmond +diplomatically.</p> +<p>"You may earn your freedom in one way," continued Angria in the +same rapid, impatient tone. "My scouts report that an English fleet +has passed up the coast towards Bombay. My spies tell me that in +Bombay a large force is collected under the command of that sur ka +batcha {son of a pig} Clive. But I cannot learn the purpose of this +armament. The dogs may think, having taken my fortress of +Suwarndrug, to come and attack me here. Or they may intend to +proceed against the French at Hyderabad. It is not convenient for +me to remain in this uncertainty. You will go to Bombay and learn +these things of which I am in ignorance and come again and tell me. +I will then set you free."</p> +<p>"I cannot do it, huzur."</p> +<p>Desmond's reply came without a moment's hesitation. To act as a +spy upon his own countrymen--how could Angria imagine that an +English boy would ever consent to win his freedom on such +terms?</p> +<p>His simple words roused the Maratha to fury. He sprang to his +feet and angrily addressed Diggle, who had also risen, and stood at +his side, still smiling. Diggle replied to his vehement words in a +tone too low for Desmond to catch what he said. Angria turned to +the boy again.</p> +<p>"I will not only set you free; I will give you half a lakh of +rupees; you shall have a place at my court, or, if you please, I +will recommend you to another prince in whose service you may rise +to wealth and honor. If you refuse, I shall kill you; no, I shall +not kill you, for death is sweet to a slave; I shall inflict on you +the tortures I reserve for those who provoke my anger; you shall +lose your ears, your nose, and--"</p> +<p>Diggle again interposed.</p> +<p>"Pardon me, bhai {brother}," Desmond heard him say, "that is +hardly the way to deal with a boy of my nation. If you will deign +to leave him to me, I think that in a little I shall find means to +overcome his hesitation."</p> +<p>"But even then, how can I trust the boy? He may give his word to +escape me; then betray me to his countrymen. I have no faith in the +Firangi."</p> +<p>"Believe me, if he gives his word he will keep it. That is the +way with us."</p> +<p>"It is not your way."</p> +<p>"I am no longer of them," said Diggle with consummate aplomb. +"Dismiss him now; I shall do my best with him."</p> +<p>"Then you must hasten. I give you three days: if within that +time he has not consented, I shall do to him all that I have said, +and more also."</p> +<p>"I do not require three days to make up my mind," said Desmond +quietly. "I cannot do what--"</p> +<p>"Hush, you young fool!" cried Diggle angrily in English.</p> +<p>Turning to the Pirate he added: "The boy is as stiff-necked as a +pig; but even a pig can be led if you ring his snout. I beg you +leave him to me."</p> +<p>"Take him away!" exclaimed Angria, clapping his hands.</p> +<p>Two attendants came in answer to his summons, and Desmond was +led off and escorted by them to his workshop.</p> +<p>Angry and disgusted as he was with both the Maratha and Diggle, +he was still more anxious at this unexpected turn in his affairs. +He had but three days! If he had not escaped before the fourth day +dawned, his fate would be the most terrible that could befall a +living creature. The tender mercies of the wicked are cruel! He had +seen, among the prisoners, some of the victims of Angria's cruelty; +they had suffered tortures too terrible to be named, and dragged +out a life of unutterable degradation and misery, longing for death +as a blissful end. With his quick imagination he already felt the +hands of the torturers upon him; and for all the self control which +his life in Gheria had induced, he was for some moments so wholly +possessed by terror that he could scarcely endure the consciousness +of existence.</p> +<p>But when the first tremors were past, and he began to go about +his usual tasks, and was able to think calmly, not for an instant +did he waver in his resolve. Betray his countrymen! It was not to +be thought of. Give his word to Angria and then forswear himself! +Ah! even Diggle knew that he would not do that. Freedom, wealth, a +high place in some prince's court! He would buy none of them at the +price of his honor. Diggle was false, unspeakably base; let him do +Angria's work if he would; Desmond Burke would never stoop to +it.</p> +<p>He scarcely argued the matter explicitly with himself: it was +settled in Angria's presence by his instinctive repulsion. But it +was not in a boy like Desmond, young, strong, high spirited, tamely +to fold his hands before adverse fate. He had three days: it would +go hard with him if he did not make good use of them. He felt a +glow of thankfulness that the first step, and that a difficult one, +had been taken, providentially, as it seemed, the very night before +this crisis in his fate. His future plan had already outlined +itself; it was necessary first to gain over his companions in +captivity; that done, he hoped within the short period allowed him +to break prison and turn his back forever on this place of +horror.</p> +<p>It seemed to his eager impatience that that day would never end. +It was November, and the beginning of the cold season, and the work +of the dockyard, being urgent, was carried on all day without the +usual break during the hot middle hours, so that he found no +opportunity of consulting his fellows. Further, the foremen of the +yard were specially active. The Pirate had been for some time +fearful lest the capture of Suwarndrug should prove to be the +prelude to an assault upon his stronger fort and headquarters at +Gheria, and to meet the danger he had had nine new vessels laid +down. Three of them had been finished, but the work had been much +interrupted by the rains, and the delay in the completion of the +remaining six had irritated him. He had visited his displeasure +upon the foremen. After his interview with Desmond he summoned them +to his presence and threatened them with such dire punishment if +the work was not more rapidly pushed on, that they had used the +lash more furiously and with even less discrimination than ever. +Consequently when Desmond met his companions in the shed at night +he found them all in desperate indignation and rage. He had seen +nothing more of Diggle; he must strike while the iron was hot.</p> +<p>When they were locked in, and all was quiet outside, the +prisoners gave vent, each in his own way, to their feelings. For a +time Desmond listened, taking no part in their lamentation and +cursing. But when the tide of impotent fury ebbed, and there was a +lull, he said quietly:</p> +<p>"Are my brothers dogs that, suffering these things, they merely +whine?"</p> +<p>The quiet level tones, so strangely contrasting with the tones +of fierceness and hate that were still ringing in the ears of the +unhappy prisoners, had an extraordinary effect. There was dead +silence in the shed: it seemed that every man was afraid to speak. +Then one of the Marathas said in a whisper:</p> +<p>"What do you mean, sahib?"</p> +<p>"What do I mean? Surely it must be clear to any man. Have we not +sat long enough on the carpet of patience?"</p> +<p>Again the silence remained for a space unbroken.</p> +<p>"You, Gulam Mahomed," continued Desmond, addressing one of the +Biluchis whom he considered the boldest--"have you never thought of +escape?"</p> +<p>"Allah knows!" said the man in an undertone. "But He knows that +I remember what happened a year ago. Fuzl Khan can tell the sahib +something about that."</p> +<p>A fierce cry broke from the Gujarati, who had been moaning under +his charpoy in anguish from the lashings he had undergone that day. +Desmond heard him spring up; but if he had meant to attack the +Biluchi, the clashing of his fetters reminded him of his +helplessness. He cursed the man, demanding what he meant.</p> +<p>"Nothing," returned Gulam Mahomed. "But you were the only man, +Allah knows, who escaped the executioner."</p> +<p>"Pig, and son of a pig!" cried Fuzl Khan, "I knew nothing of the +plot. If any man says I did he lies. They did it without me; some +evil jin must have heard their whisperings. They failed. They were +swine of Canarese."</p> +<p>"Do not let us quarrel," said Desmond. "We are all brothers in +misfortune; we ought to be as close knit as the strands of a rope. +Here is our brother Fuzl Khan, the only man of his gang who did not +try to escape, and see how he is treated! Could he be worse +misused? Would not death be a boon?</p> +<p>"Is it not so, Fuzl Khan?"</p> +<p>The Gujarati assented with a passionate cry.</p> +<p>"As for the rest of us, it is only a matter of time. I am the +youngest of you, and not the hardest worked, yet I feel that the +strain of our toil is wearing me out. What must it be with you? You +are dying slowly. If we make an attempt to escape and fail we shall +die quickly, that is all the difference. What is to be is written, +is it not so, Shaik Abdullah?"</p> +<p>"Even so, sahib," replied the second Biluchi, "it is written. +Who can escape his fate?"</p> +<p>"And what do you say, Surendra Nath?"</p> +<p>"The key, sahib," whispered the Babu in English; "what of the +key?"</p> +<p>"Speak in Urdu, Babu," said Desmond quickly. "Don't agree at +once."</p> +<p>Surendra Nath was quick witted; he perceived that Desmond did +not wish the others to suspect that there had been any confidences +between them.</p> +<p>"I am a coward, the sahib knows," he said in Urdu. "I could not +give blows; I should die. It was told us today that the English are +about to attack this fort. They will set us free; we need run no +risks."</p> +<p>"Wah!" exclaimed one of the Mysoreans. "If the Firangi get into +the fort, we shall all be murdered."</p> +<p>"That is truth," said a Maratha. "The Rho would have our throats +cut at once."</p> +<p>The Babu groaned.</p> +<p>"You see, Surendra Nath, it is useless to wait in the hope of +help from my countrymen," said Desmond. "If there is fighting to be +done, we can do all that is needed: is it not so, my brothers? As +for you, Babu, if you would sooner die without--well, there is +nothing to prevent you."</p> +<p>"If the sahib does not wish me to fight, it is well. But has the +sahib a plan?"</p> +<p>"Yes, I have a plan."</p> +<p>He paused; there was sound of hard breathing.</p> +<p>"Tell it us," said the Gujarati eagerly.</p> +<p>"You are one of us, Fuzl Khan?"</p> +<p>"The plan! the plan! Is not my back mangled? Have I not endured +the tank? Is not freedom sweet to me as to another? The plan, +sahib! I swear, I Fuzl Khan, to be true to you and all; only tell +me the plan."</p> +<p>"You shall have the plan in good time. First I have a thing to +say. When a battle is to be fought, no soldier fights only for +himself, doing that which seems good to him alone. He looks to the +captain for orders. Otherwise mistakes would be made, and all +effort would be wasted. We must have a captain: who is he to +be?"</p> +<p>"Yourself, sahib," said the Gujarati at once. "You have spoken; +you have the plan; we take you as leader."</p> +<p>"You hear what Fuzl Khan says. Do you all agree?"</p> +<p>The others assented eagerly. Then Desmond told his wondering +hearers the secret of the key, and during several hours of that +quiet night he discussed with them in whispers the details of the +scheme which he had worked out. At intervals the sentry passed and +flashed his light through the opening in the wall; but at these +moments every man was lying motionless upon his charpoy, and not a +sound was audible save a snore.</p> +<p>Next day when Desmond, having finished his midday meal of rice +and mangoes, had returned to his workshop, Diggle sauntered in.</p> +<p>"Ah, my young friend," he said in his quiet voice and with his +usual smile, "doubtless you have expected a visit from me. Night +brings counsel. I did not visit you yesterday, thinking that after +sleeping over the amiable and generous proposition made to you by +my friend Angria you would view it in another light. I trust that +during the nocturnal hours you have come to perceive the advantages +of choosing the discreet part. Let us reason together."</p> +<p>There were several natives with them in the workshop, but none +of them understood English, and the two Englishmen could talk at +ease.</p> +<p>"Reason!" said Desmond in reply to Diggle's last sentence. "If +you are going to talk of what your pirate friend spoke of +yesterday, it is mere waste of time. I shall never agree."</p> +<p>"Words, my young friend, mere words! You will be one of us yet. +You will never have such a chance again. Why, in a few years you +will be able to return to England, if you will, a rich man, a very +nawab {governor}. My friend Angria has his faults; <i>nemo est sine +culpa</i>: but he is at least generous. An instance! The man who +took the chief part in the capture of the Dutchman two years +ago--what is he now? A naib {deputy governor}, a man of wealth, of +high repute at the Nizam's court. There is no reason why you should +not follow so worthy an example; cut out an Indiaman or two, and +Desmond Burke may, if he will, convey a shipload of precious things +to the shores of Albion, and enjoy his leisured dignity on a landed +estate of his own. He shall drive a coach while his oaf of a +brother perspires behind a plow."</p> +<p>Desmond was silent. Diggle watched him keenly, and after a +slight pause continued:</p> +<p>"This is no great thing that is asked of you. You sail on one of +Angria's grabs; you are set upon the shore; you enter Bombay with a +likely story of escape from the fortress of the Pirate; you are a +hero, the boon fellow of the men, the pet of the ladies--for there +are ladies in Bombay, <i>forma praestante puellae</i>. In a week +you know everything, all the purposes that Angria's spies have +failed to discover. One day you disappear; the ladies wail and tear +their hair; a tiger has eaten you; in a week you will be forgotten. +But you are back in Angria's fortress, no longer a slave, +downtrodden and despised; but a free man, a rich man, a potentate +to be. Is it not worth thinking of, my young friend, especially +when you remember the other side of the picture? It is a dark side; +an unpleasant side; even, let me confess, horrible: I prefer to +keep it to the wall."</p> +<p>He waved his gloved hand, deprecatingly, watching Desmond with +the same intentness. The boy was dumb: he might also have been +deaf. Diggle drew from his fob an elaborately chased snuffbox and +took a pinch of fine rappee, Desmond mechanically noticing that the +box bore ornamentation of Dutch design.</p> +<p>"If I were not your friend," continued Diggle, "I might say that +your attitude is one of sheer obstinacy. Why not trust us? You see +we trust you. I stand pledged for you with Angria; but I flatter +myself I know a man when I see one: <i>si fractus illabitur +orbis</i>--you have already shown your mettle. Of course I +understand your scruples; I was young myself once; I know the +generous impulses that rule the hearts of youth. But this is a +matter that must be decided, not by feeling, but by hard fact and +cold reason. Who benefits by your scruples? A set of hard-living +money grubbers in Bombay who fatten on the oppression of the ryot, +who tithe mint and anise and cumin, who hoard up treasure which +they will take back with their jaundiced livers to England, there +to become pests to society with their splenetic and domineering +tempers. What's the Company to you, or you to the Company? Why, +Governor Pitt was an interloper; and your own father: yes, he was +an interloper, and an interloper of the best."</p> +<p>"But not a pirate," said Desmond hotly, his scornful silence +yielding at last.</p> +<p>"True, true," said Diggle suavely; "but in the Indies, you see, +we don't draw fine distinctions. We are all bucaneers in a sense; +some with the sword, others the ledger. Throw in your lot frankly +with me; I will stand your friend."</p> +<p>"You are wasting your breath and your eloquence," interrupted +Desmond firmly, "and even if I were tempted to agree, as I never +could be, I should remember who is talking to me."</p> +<p>Then he added with a whimsical smile, "Come, Mr. Diggle, you are +fond of quotations; I am not; but there's one I remember--'I fear +the Greeks, though'--"</p> +<p>"You young hound!" cried Diggle, his sallow face becoming +purple. His anger, it seemed to Desmond afterwards reflecting on +it, was out of proportion to the cause of offense. "You talk of my +eloquence. By heaven, when I see you again I shall use it +otherwise. You shall hear something of how Angria wreaks his +vengeance; you shall have a foretaste of the sweets in store for an +obstinate, recalcitrant pig-headed fool!"</p> +<p>He strode away, leaving Desmond a prey to the gloomiest +anticipations.</p> +<p>That evening, when the prisoners were squatting outside the shed +for the usual hour of talk before being locked up for the night, a +new feature was added to the entertainment. One of the Marathas had +somehow possessed himself of a tom tom, and proved himself an +excellent performer on that weird instrument. While he tapped its +sides, his fellow Maratha, in a strange hard tuneless voice, +chanted a song, repeating its single stanza again and again without +apparently wearying his hearers, and clapping his hand to mark the +time.</p> +<p>It was a song about a banya {merchant} with a beautiful young +daughter-in-law, whom he appointed to deal out the daily handful of +flour expected as alms by every beggar who passed his door. Her +hands being much smaller than his own, he pleased himself with the +idea that, without losing his reputation for charity, he would give +away through her much less grain than if he himself performed the +charitable office. But it turned out bad thrift, for so beautiful +was she that she attracted to the door not only the genuine +beggars, but also many, both young and old, who had disguised +themselves in mendicant rags for the mere pleasure of beholding her +and getting from her a smile and a gentle word.</p> +<p>It was a popular song, and the warder himself was tempted to +stay and listen until, the hour for locking up being past, he at +last recollected his duty and bundled the prisoners into the +shed.</p> +<p>"Sing inside if you must," he said, "but not too loud, lest the +overseer come with the bamboo."</p> +<p>Inside the shed, reclining on their charpoys, the men continued +their performance, changing their song, though not, as it seemed to +Desmond, the tune. He, however, was perhaps not sufficiently +attentive to the monotonous strains; for, as soon as the warder had +left the yard, he had unlocked his fetters and begun to work in the +darkness. Poised on one of the rafters, he held on with one hand to +a joist, and with the other plied a small saw, well greased with +ghi. The sound of the slow careful movements of the tool was +completely drowned by the singing and the hollow rat-a-pan of the +tom tom. Beneath him stood the Babu, extending his dhoti like an +apron, and catching in it the falling shower of sawdust.</p> +<p>Suddenly the figure on the rafter gave a low whistle. Through +the window he had seen the dim form of the sentry outside approach +the space lighted by the rays from the lantern, which he had laid +down at a corner of the shed. Before the soldier had time to lift +it and throw a beam into the shed (which he did as much from +curiosity to see the untiring performers as in the exercise of his +duty) Desmond had swung down from his perch and stretched himself +upon the nearest charpoy. The Babu meanwhile had darted with his +folded dhoti to the darkest corner. When the sentry peered in, the +two performing Marathas were sitting up; the rest were lying prone, +to all appearance soothed to sleep.</p> +<p>"Verily thou wilt rap a hole in the tom tom," said the sentry +with a grin. "Better save a little of it for tomorrow."</p> +<p>"Sleep is far from my eyes," replied the man. "My comrades are +all at rest; if it does not offend thee--"</p> +<p>"No. Tap till it burst, for me. But without sleep the work will +be hard in the morning."</p> +<p>He went away. Instantly the two figures were again upon their +feet, and the sawing recommenced. For three hours the work +continued, interrupted at intervals by the visits of the sentry. +Midnight was past before Desmond, with cramped limbs and aching +head, gave the word for the song and accompaniment to cease, and +the shed was in silence.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch13" id="Ch13">Chapter 13</a>: In which Mr. Diggle +illustrates his argument; and there are strange doings in Gheria +harbor.</h2> +<p>The morning of the third day dawned--the last of the three +allowed Desmond for making up his mind. When the other prisoners +were loosed from their fetters and marched off under guard to their +usual work, he alone was left. Evidently he was to be kept in +confinement with a view to quickening his resolution. Some hours +passed. About midday he heard footsteps approaching the shed. The +door was opened, and in the entrance Diggle appeared.</p> +<p>"You will excuse me," he said with a sniff, "if I remain on the +threshold of your apartment. It is, I fear, but imperfectly +aired."</p> +<p>He pulled a charpoy to the door, and sat down upon it, as much +outside as within. Taking out his snuffbox, he tapped it, took a +pinch, savored it, and added:</p> +<p>"You will find the apartment prepared for you in my friend +Angria's palace somewhat sweeter than this your present +abode--somewhat more commodious also."</p> +<p>Desmond, reclining at a distance, looked his enemy calmly and +steadily in the face.</p> +<p>"If you have come, Mr. Diggle," he said, "merely to repeat what +you said yesterday, let me say at once that it is a waste of +breath. I have not changed my mind."</p> +<p>"No, not to repeat, my young friend. <i>Crambe repetita</i>--you +know the phrase? Yesterday I appealed, in what I had to say, to +your reason; either my appeal, or your reason, was at fault. Today +I have another purpose. 'Tis pity to come down to a lower plane; to +appeal to the more ignoble part of man; but since you have not yet +cut your wisdom teeth I must e'en accommodate myself. Angria is my +friend; but there are moments, look you, when the bonds of our +friendship are put to a heavy strain. At those moments Angria is +perhaps most himself, and I, perhaps, am most myself; which might +prove to a philosopher that there is a radical antagonism between +the oriental and the occidental character. Since my picture of the +brighter side has failed to impress you, I propose to show you the +other side--such is the sincerity of my desire for your welfare. +And 'tis no empty picture--<i>inanis imago</i>, as Ovid might +say--no, 'tis sheer reality, speaking, terrible."</p> +<p>He turned and beckoned. In a moment Desmond heard the clank of +chains, and by and by, at the entrance of the shed, stood a figure +at sight of whom his blood ran cold. It was the bent, thin, broken +figure of a Hindu, his thin bare legs weighted with heavy irons. +Ears, nose, upper lip were gone; his eyes were lit with the glare +of madness; the parched skin of his hollow cheeks was drawn back, +disclosing a grinning mouth and yellow teeth. His arms and legs +were like sticks; both hands had lost their thumbs, his feet were +twisted, straggling wisps of gray hair escaped from his turban. +Standing there beside Diggle, he began to mop and mow, uttering +incomprehensible gibberish.</p> +<p>Diggle waved him away.</p> +<p>"That, my dear boy, illustrates the darker side of Angria's +character--the side which forbids me to call Angria unreservedly my +friend. A year ago that man was as straight as you; he had all his +organs and dimensions; he was rich, and of importance in his little +world. Today--but you have seen him: it boots not to attempt in +words to say what the living image has already said.</p> +<p>"And within twenty-four hours, unless you come to a better mind, +even as that man is, so will you be."</p> +<p>He rose slowly to his feet, bending upon Desmond a look of +mournful interest and compassion. Desmond had stood all but +transfixed with horror. But as Diggle now prepared to leave him, +the boy flushed hot; his fists clenched; his eyes flashed with +indignation.</p> +<p>"You fiend!" was all he said.</p> +<p>Diggle smiled, and sauntered carelessly away.</p> +<p>That night, when the prisoners were brought as usual to the +shed, and warder and sentries were out of earshot, Desmond told +them what he had seen.</p> +<p>"It must be tonight, my brothers," he said in conclusion. "We +have no longer time. Before sunrise tomorrow we must be out of this +evil place. We must work, work, for life and liberty."</p> +<p>This night again the singer sang untiringly, the tom tom +accompanying him with its weird hollow notes. And in the blackness, +Desmond worked as he had never worked before, plying his saw hour +after hour, never forgetting his caution, running no risks when he +had warning of the sentry's approach. And hour after hour the +shower of sawdust fell noiselessly into Babu's outspread dhoti. +Then suddenly the beating of the tom tom ceased, the singer's voice +died away on a lingering wail, and the silence of the night was +unbroken save by the melancholy howl of a distant jackal, and the +call of sentry to sentry as at intervals they went their +rounds.</p> +<p>At midnight the guard was relieved. The newcomer--a tall, thin, +lanky Maratha--arriving at Desmond's shed, put his head in at the +little window space, and flashed his lantern from left to right +more carefully than the man whom he had just replaced. The nine +forms lay flat or curled up on their charpoys--all was well.</p> +<p>Coming back an hour later, he fancied he heard a slight sound +within the shed. He went to the window and peered in, flashing his +lantern before him from left to right. But as he did so, he felt +upon his throat a grip as of steel. He struggled to free himself; +his cry was stifled ere it was uttered; his matchlock fell with a +clatter to the ground. He was like a child in the hands of his +captor, and when the Gujarati in a fierce low whisper said to him: +"Yield, hound, or I choke you!" his struggle ceased and he stood +trembling in sweat.</p> +<p>But now came the sentries' call, passed from man to man around +the circuit of the fort.</p> +<p>"Answer the call!" whispered the Gujarati, with a significant +squeeze of the man's windpipe.</p> +<p>When his turn arrived, the sentry took up the word, but it was a +thin quavering call that barely reached the next man a hundred +yards away.</p> +<p>While this brief struggle had been going on, a light figure +within the shed had mounted to the rafters and, gently feeling for +and twisting round a couple of wooden pins, handed down to his +companions below a section of the roof some two feet square, which +had been kept in its place only by these temporary supports. The +wood was placed silently on the floor. Then the figure above +crawled out upon the roof, and let himself down by the aid of a +rope held by the two Biluchis within.</p> +<p>It was a pitch-dark night; nothing broke the blackness save the +scattered points of light from the sentries' lanterns. Stepping to +the side of the half-garroted Maratha, who was leaning passively +against the shed, the sinewy hand of the Gujarati still pressing +upon his windpipe, Desmond thrust a gag into his mouth and with +quick deft movements bound his hands. Now he had cause to thank the +destiny that had made him Bulger's shipmate; he had learned from +Bulger how to tie a sailor's knot.</p> +<p>Scarcely had he bound the sentry's hands when he was joined by +one of his fellow prisoners, and soon seven of them stood with him +in the shadow of the shed. The last man, the Gujarati, had held the +rope while the Babu descended. There was no one left to hold the +rope for him, but he swung himself up to the roof and climbed down +on the shoulders of one of the Biluchis. Meanwhile the sentry, +whose lantern had been extinguished and from the folds of whose +garments its flint and tinderbox had been taken, had now been +completely trussed up, and lay helpless and perforce silent against +the wall of the shed. From the time when the hapless man first felt +the grip of the Gujarati upon his throat scarcely five minutes had +elapsed.</p> +<p>Now the party of nine moved in single file, swiftly and silently +on their bare feet, under the wall of the fort toward the northeast +bastion, gliding like phantoms in the gloom. Each man bore his +burden: the Babu carried the dark lantern; one of the Marathas the +coil of rope; the other the sentry's matchlock and ammunition; +several had small bundles containing food, secreted during the past +three days from their rations.</p> +<p>Suddenly the leader stopped. They had reached the foot of the +narrow flight of steps leading up into the bastion. Just above them +was a sentinel. The pause was but for a moment. The plan of action +had been thought out and discussed. On hands and knees the Gujarati +crept up the steps; at his heels followed Desmond in equal stealth +and silence. At the top, hardly distinguishable from the blackness +of the sky, the sentinel was leaning against the parapet, looking +out to sea. Many a night had he held that post, and seen the stars, +and listened to the rustle of the surf; many a night he had heard +the call of the sentry next below, and passed it to the man on the +bastion beyond; but never a night had he seen anything but the +stars and the dim forms of vessels in the harbor, heard anything +but the hourly call of his mates and the eternal voice of the +sea.</p> +<p>He was listless, bemused. What was it, then, that made him +suddenly spring erect? What gave him that strange uneasiness? He +had heard nothing, seen nothing, yet he faced round, and stood at +the head of the steps with his back to the sea. The figures prone +below him felt that he was looking toward them. They held their +breath. Both were on the topmost step but one; only a narrow space +separated them from the sentinel; they could hear the movement of +his jaws as he chewed a betel {nut of the areca palm wrapped in the +leaf of the betel plant}.</p> +<p>Thus a few moments passed. Desmond's pulse beat in a fever of +impatience; every second was precious. Then the sentinel moved; his +uneasiness seemed to be allayed; he began to hum a Maratha camp +song, and, half turning, glanced once more out to the sea.</p> +<p>The moment was come. Silently Fuzl Khan rose to his feet; he +sprang forward with the lightness, the speed, the deadly certainty +of a Thug {name of a class of hereditary stranglers}, his hand was +on the man's throat. Desmond, close behind, had a gag ready, but +there was no need to use it. In the open the Gujarati could exert +his strength more freely than through the narrow windows of the +shed. Almost before Desmond reached his side the sentinel was +dead.</p> +<p>In that desperate situation there was no time to expostulate. +While the Gujarati laid the hapless man gently beside the gun that +peeped through the embrasure of the parapet, Desmond picked up the +sentinel's matchlock, ran softly back, and summoned his companions. +They came silently up the steps. To fasten the rope securely to the +gun carriage was the work of a few instants; then the Gujarati +mounted the parapet, and, swarming down the rope, sank into the +darkness. One by one the men followed; it came to the Babu's turn. +Trembling with excitement and fear he shrank back.</p> +<p>"I am afraid, sahib," he said.</p> +<p>Without hesitation Desmond drew up the rope and looped the +end.</p> +<p>"Get into the loop," he whispered.</p> +<p>The Babu trembled but obeyed, and, assisting him to climb the +parapet, Desmond lowered him slowly to the foot of the wall. Then +he himself descended last of all, and on the rocks below the little +group was complete.</p> +<p>They were free. But the most difficult part of their enterprise +was yet to come. Behind them was the curtain of the fort; before +them a short, shelving rocky beach and the open sea.</p> +<p>No time was wasted. Walking two by two for mutual support over +the rough ground, the party set off toward the jetty. They kept as +close as possible to the wall, so that they would not be seen if a +sentinel should happen to look over the parapet; and being +barefooted, the slight sound they might make would be inaudible +through the never-ceasing swish of the surf. Their feet were cut by +the sharp edges of the rocks; many a bruise they got; but they kept +on their silent way without a murmur.</p> +<p>Reaching the angle of the wall, they had now perforce to leave +its shelter, for their course led past the outskirts of the native +town across a comparatively open space. Fortunately the night was +very dark, and here and there on the shore were boats and small +huts which afforded some cover. The tide was on the ebb; and, when +they at length struck the jetty, it was at a point some twenty +yards from its shoreward end. Groping beneath it they halted for a +moment, then the two Marathas separated themselves from the rest +and, with a whispered word of farewell, disappeared like shadows +into the blackness. The sea was not for them, they would take their +chance on land.</p> +<p>From a point some distance beyond the end of the jetty shone a +faint glimmer of light. Desmond silently drew the Gujarati's +attention to it.</p> +<p>"They are gambling," whispered the man.</p> +<p>"So much the better for our chances," thought Desmond.</p> +<p>Turning to the Babu he whispered: "Now, Surendra Nath, you know +what to do?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sahib."</p> +<p>Placing their bundles in the woodwork supporting the jetty, five +members of the party--the Biluchis, the Mysoreans, and the +Babu--stole away in the darkness. Desmond and the Gujarati were +left alone. The Babu placed himself near the end of the jetty to +keep guard. The two Mysoreans struck off thence obliquely for a few +yards until they came to a rude open shed in which the Pirate's +carpenters were wont to work during the rains. From a heap of +shavings they drew a small but heavy barrel. Carrying this between +them they made their way with some difficulty back towards the +jetty, where they rejoined the Babu.</p> +<p>Meanwhile the Biluchis had returned some distance along the path +by which they had come from the fort, then turned off to the left, +and came to a place where a number of small boats were drawn up +just above high water. The boats were the ordinary tonis {small +boats cut out of the solid tree, used for passing between the shore +and larger vessels} of the coast, each propelled by short scull +paddles. Moving quickly but with great caution the Biluchis +collected the paddles from all these boats save one, carried them +noiselessly down to the water's edge, waded a few yards into the +surf, and, setting down their burdens, pushed them gently seawards. +They then returned to the one boat which they had not robbed of its +paddle, and lay down beside it, apparently waiting.</p> +<p>By and by they were joined by the Mysoreans. The four men lifted +the toni, and carrying it down to the jetty, quietly launched it +under the shadow of the woodwork. A few yards away the Babu sat +upon the barrel. This was lifted on board, and one of the men, +tearing a long strip from his dhoti, muffled the single paddle. +Then all five men squatted at the waterside, awaiting with true +oriental patience the signal for further action.</p> +<p>Not one of them but was aware that the plight of the two +sentries they had left behind them in the fort might at any moment +be discovered. The hourly call must be nearly due. When no response +came from the sentry whose beat ended at their shed the alarm would +at once be given, and in a few seconds the silent form of the +sentinel on the bastion would be found, and the whole garrison +would be sped to their pursuit.</p> +<p>But at this moment of suspense only the Babu was agitated. His +natural timidity, and the tincture of European ways of thought he +had gained during his service in Calcutta, rendered him less +subject than his Mohammedan companions to the fatalism which rules +the oriental mind. To the Mohammedan what must be must be. Allah +has appointed to every man his lot; man is but as a cork on the +stream of fate. Not even when a low, half-strangled cry came to +them across the water, out of the blackness that brooded upon the +harbor, did any of the four give sign of excitement. The Babu +started, and rose to his feet shivering; the others still squatted, +mute and motionless as statues of ebony, neither by gesture nor +murmur betraying their consciousness that at any moment, by tocsin +from the fort, a thousand fierce and relentless warriors might be +launched like sleuth hounds upon their track.</p> +<p>Meanwhile, what of Desmond and the Gujarati?</p> +<p>During the months Desmond had spent in Gheria he had made +himself familiar, as far as his opportunities allowed, with the +construction of the harbor and the manner of mooring the vessels +there. He knew that the gallivats of the Pirate's fleet, lashed +together, lay about eighty yards from the head of the jetty under +the shelter of the fortress rock, which protected them from the +worst fury of the southwest monsoon. The grabs lay on the other +side of the jetty, some hundred and twenty yards towards the +river--except three vessels which were held constantly ready for +sea somewhat nearer the harbor mouth.</p> +<p>He had learned, moreover, by cautious and apparently casual +inquiries, that the gallivats were under a guard of ten men, the +grabs of twenty. These men were only relieved at intervals of three +days; they slept on board when the vessels were in harbor and the +crews dispersed ashore.</p> +<p>In thinking over the difficult problem of escape, Desmond had +found himself in a state of perplexity somewhat similar to that of +the man who had to convey a fox and a goose and a bag of corn +across a river in a boat that would take but one at a time. He +could not, with his small party, man a gallivat, which required +fifty oarsmen to propel it at speed; while if he seized one of the +lighter grabs, he would have no chance whatever of outrunning the +gallivats that would be immediately launched in pursuit. It was +this problem that had occupied him the whole day during which +Diggle had fondly imagined he was meditating on Angria's offer of +freedom.</p> +<p>A few moments after their five companions had left them, Desmond +and the Gujarati climbed with the agility of seamen along the ties +of the framework supporting the jetty, until they reached a spot a +yard or two from the end. There, quite invisible from sea or land, +they gently lowered themselves into the water. Guided by the dim +light which he had noticed, and which he knew must proceed from one +of the moored gallivats, Desmond struck out towards the farther end +of the line of vessels, swimming a noiseless breast stroke. Fuzl +Khan followed him in equal silence a length behind.</p> +<p>The water was warm, and a few minutes' steady swimming brought +them within twenty or thirty yards of the light. The hulls of the +gallivats and their tall raking spars could now be seen looming up +out of the blackness. Desmond perceived that the light was on the +outermost of the line, and, treading water for a moment, he caught +the low hum of voices coming from the after part of the gallivat. +Striking out to the left, still followed by the Gujarati, he swam +along past the sterns of the lashed vessels until he came under the +side of the one nearest the shore. He caught at the hempen cable, +swarmed up it, and, the gallivat having but little freeboard, soon +reached the bulwark.</p> +<p>There he paused to recover his breath and to listen. Hearing +nothing, he quietly slipped over the side and lay on the main deck. +In a few seconds he was joined by his companion. In the shadow of +the bulwarks the two groped their way cautiously along the deck. +Presently Desmond, who was in front, struck his foot against some +object invisible to him. There was a grunt beneath him.</p> +<p>The two paused, Fuzl Khan nervously fingering the knife he had +taken from the sentinel on the bastion. The grunt was repeated; but +the intruders remained still as death, and with a sleepy grumble +the man who had been disturbed turned over on his charpoy, placed +transversely across the deck, and fell asleep.</p> +<p>All was quiet. Once more the two moved forward. They came to the +ropes by which the vessel was lashed to the next in the line. For a +moment Desmond stood irresolute; then he led the way swiftly and +silently to the deck of the adjacent gallivat, crossed it without +mishap, and so across the third. Fortunately both were sailors, +accustomed to finding their way on shipboard in the night, as much +by sense of touch as by sight. Being barefooted, only the sharpest +ears, deliberately on the alert, could have detected them.</p> +<p>They had now reached the fourth of the line of vessels. It was +by far the largest of the fleet, and for this reason Desmond had +guessed that it would have been chosen for his quarters by the +serang {head of a crew} in charge of the watch. If he could secure +this man he felt that his hazardous enterprise would be half +accomplished. This was indeed the pivot on which the whole scheme +turned, for in no other way would it be possible to seize the ten +men on board the gallivats without raising such an alarm as must +shock fort, city, and harbor to instant activity. And it was +necessary to Desmond's plan, not only to secure the serang, but to +secure him alive.</p> +<p>The gallivat was Angria's own vessel, used in his visits up +river to his country house, and, during calm weather, in occasional +excursions to Suwarndrug and the other forts on the sea coast. As +Desmond was aware, it boasted a large state cabin aft, and he +thought it very probable that the serang had appropriated this for +his watch below.</p> +<p>Pausing a moment as they reached the vessel to make sure that no +one was stirring, Desmond and Fuzl Khan crept on to its deck and +threw themselves down, again listening intently. From the last +vessel of the line came the sound of low voices, accompanied at +intervals by the click of the oblong bone dice with which the men +were gambling. This was a boon, for when the Indian, a born +gambler, is engaged in one of his games of chance, he is oblivious +of all else around him. But on Angria's gallivat there was no +sound. Rising to a crouching position, so that his form could not +be seen if any of the gamblers chanced to look in his direction, +Desmond slowly crept aft, halting at every few steps to listen. +Still there was no sound.</p> +<p>But all at once he caught sight of a faint glow ahead; what was +it? For a few seconds he was puzzled. As he approached, the glow +took shape; he saw that it was the entrance to the cabin, the +sliding door being half open. Creeping to the darker side, careful +not to come within the radius of the light, he stood erect, and +again listened. From within came the snores of a sleeper. Now he +felt sure that his guess had been correct, for none but the serang +would dare to occupy the cabin, and even he would no doubt have +cause to tremble if his presumption should come to the Pirate's +ears.</p> +<p>Keeping his body as much in the shadow as possible, Desmond +craned his head forward and peeped into the cabin. He could see +little or nothing; the light came from a small oil lantern with its +face turned to the wall. Made of some vegetable substance, the oil +gave off a pungent smell. The lantern was no doubt carried by the +serang in his rounds of inspection; probably he kept it within +reach at night; he must be sleeping in the black shadow cast by it. +To locate a sound is always difficult; but, as far as Desmond could +judge, the snores came from the neighborhood of the lantern and as +from the floor.</p> +<p>He stepped back again into complete darkness. The Gujarati was +at his elbow.</p> +<p>"Wait, Fuzl Khan," said Desmond in the lowest of whispers. "I +must go in and see where the man is and how the cabin is +arranged."</p> +<p>The Gujarati crouched in the shadow of the bulwarks. Desmond, +dropping on hands and knees, crawled slowly forward into the cabin +towards the light. It was slightly above him, probably on a raised +divan--the most likely place for the serang to choose as his bed. +In a few moments Desmond's outstretched fingers touched the edge of +the little platform; the light was still nearly two yards away. +Still he was unable to see the sleeper, though by the sound of his +breathing he must be very near.</p> +<p>Desmond feared that every moment might bring him into contact +with the man. Whatever the risk, it was necessary to obtain a +little more light. Slightly raising himself he found that, without +actually mounting the platform, he could just reach the lamp with +outstretched fingers. Very slowly he pushed it round, so that the +light fell more directly into the room. Then he was able to see, +about four feet away, curled up on the divan, with his arms under +his head, the form of a man. There was no other in the cabin. +Having discovered all that he wished to know, Desmond crawled +backward as carefully as he had come.</p> +<p>At the moment of discovery he had felt the eager boy's impulse +to spring upon the sleeper at once, but although his muscles had +been hardened by a year of toil he doubted whether he had +sufficient physical strength to make absolutely sure of his man; a +single cry, the sound of a scuffle, might be fatal. The Gujarati, +on the other hand, a man of great bulk, could be trusted to +overpower the victim by sheer weight, and with his iron clutch to +insure that no sound came from him. Desmond's only fear indeed was +that the man, as in the case of the sentinel on the bastion, might +overdo his part and give him all too thorough a quietus.</p> +<p>He came to the entrance of the cabin. His appearance brought the +Gujarati to his side.</p> +<p>"Remember, Fuzl Khan," he whispered, "we must keep the serang +alive; not even stun him. You understand?"</p> +<p>"I know, sahib."</p> +<p>Drawing him silently into the apartment and to the edge of the +platform, Desmond again crept to the lantern, and now turned it +gradually still farther inwards until the form of the sleeper could +be distinctly seen. The light was still dim; but it occurred to +Desmond that the glow, increased now that the lantern was turned +round, might attract the attention of the gamblers on the gallivat +at the end of the line. So, while the Gujarati stood at the +platform, ready to pounce on the sleeper as a cat on a mouse if he +made the least movement, Desmond tiptoed to the door and began to +close the sliding panel. It gave a slight creak; the sleeper +stirred; Desmond quickly pushed the panel home, and as he did so +the serang sat up, rubbing his eyes and looking in sleepy suspicion +towards the lantern.</p> +<p>While his knuckles were still at his eyes Fuzl Khan was upon +him. A brief scuffle, almost noiseless, on the linen covering of +the divan; a heavy panting for breath; then silence. The Gujarati +relaxed his grip on the man's throat; he made another attempt to +cry out; but the firm fingers tightened their pressure and the +incipient cry was choked in a feeble gurgle. Once more the hapless +serang tried to rise; Fuzl Khan pressed him down and shook him +vigorously. He saw that it was useless to resist, and lay limp and +half throttled in his captor's hands.</p> +<p>By this time Desmond had turned the lantern full upon the scene. +Coming to the man's head, while the Gujarati still held him by the +throat, he said, in low, rapid, but determined tones:</p> +<p>"Obey, and your life will be spared. But if you attempt to raise +an alarm you will be lost. Answer my questions. Where is there some +loose rope on board?"</p> +<p>The man hesitated to reply, but a squeeze from the Gujarati +decided him.</p> +<p>"There is a coil near the mainmast," he said.</p> +<p>Desmond slipped out, and in a few seconds returned with several +yards of thin coir, a strong rope made of cocoanut fiber. Soon the +serang lay bound hand and foot.</p> +<p>"What are the names of the men on the furthest vessel?"</p> +<p>"They are Rama, Sukharam, Ganu, Ganpat, Hari."</p> +<p>"Call Rama, gently; bid him come here. Do not raise your +voice."</p> +<p>The man obeyed. The clicking of the dice ceased, and in a few +moments a Maratha appeared at the doorway and entered blinking. No +sooner had he set foot within the cabin than he was seized by the +Gujarata and gagged, and then, with a rapidity only possible to the +practised sailor, he was roped and laid helpless on the floor.</p> +<p>"Call Sukharam," said Desmond.</p> +<p>The second man answered the summons, only to suffer the same +fate. A third was dealt with in the same fashion; then the fourth +and fifth came together, wondering why the serang was so brutally +interfering with their game. By the time they reached the door +Desmond had turned the lantern to the wall, so that they saw only a +dim shape within the cabin. Ganpat was secured before the last man +became aware of what was happening. Hari hesitated at the +threshold, hearing the sound of a slight scuffle caused by the +seizure of his companion.</p> +<p>"Tell him to come in," whispered Desmond in the serang's ear, +emphasizing the order by laying the cold blade of a knife against +his collarbone.</p> +<p>Fuzl Khan had not yet finished trussing the other; as the last +man entered Desmond threw himself upon him. He could not prevent a +low startled cry; and struggling together, the two rolled upon the +floor. The Maratha, not recognizing his assailant, apparently +thought that the serang had suddenly gone mad, for he merely tried +to disengage himself, speaking in a tone half angry, half soothing. +But finding that the man grasping him had a determined purpose, he +became furious with alarm, and plucking a knife from his girdle +struck viciously at the form above him.</p> +<p>Desmond, with his back to the light, saw the blow coming. He +caught the man's wrist, and in another moment the Gujarati came to +his assistance. Thus the last of the watchmen was secured and laid +beside his comrades.</p> +<p>Six of the men on board the gallivats had been disposed of. But +there still remained five, asleep until their turn for watching and +dicing came. So quietly had the capture of the six been effected +that not one of the sleepers had been disturbed.</p> +<p>To deal with them was an easier matter. Leaving the bound men in +the cabin, and led by the serang, whose feet had been released, +Desmond and Fuzl Khan visited each of the gallivats in turn. The +sleeping men awoke at their approach, but they were reassured by +the voice of the serang, who in terror for his life spoke to them +at Desmond's bidding; and before they realized what was happening +they were in the toils, helpless like the rest.</p> +<p>When the last of the watchmen was thus secured, Desmond crept to +the vessel nearest the shore and, making a bell of his hands, sent +a low hail across the surface of the water in the direction of the +jetty. He waited anxiously, peering into the darkness, straining +his ears. Five minutes passed, fraught with the pain of uncertainty +and suspense. Then he caught the faint sound of ripples: he fancied +he descried a dark form on the water; it drew nearer, became more +definite.</p> +<p>"Is that you, sahib?" said a low voice.</p> +<p>"Yes."</p> +<p>He gave a great sigh of relief. The toni drew alongside, and +soon five men, with bundles, muskets, and the small heavy barrel, +stood with Desmond and the Gujarati on the deck of the +gallivat.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch14" id="Ch14">Chapter 14</a>: In which seven bold +men light a big bonfire; and the Pirate finds our hero a bad +bargain.</h2> +<p>Desmond's strongest feeling, as his companions stepped on board, +was wonder--wonder at the silence of the fort, the darkness that +covered the whole face of the country, the safety of himself and +the men so lately prisoners. What time had passed since they had +left the shed he was unable to guess; the moments had been so +crowded that any reckoning was impossible. But when, as he waited +for the coming of the boat, his mind ran over the incidents of the +flight--the trussing of the sentry, the wary approach to the +bastion, the tragic fate of the sentinel there, the stealthy +creeping along the shore, the swim to the gallivats and all that +had happened since: as he recalled these things, he could not but +wonder that the alarm he dreaded had not already been given. But it +was clear that all was as yet undiscovered; and the plot had worked +out so exactly as planned that he hoped still for a breathing space +to carry out his enterprise to the end.</p> +<p>There was not a moment to be wasted. The instant the men were +aboard Desmond rapidly gave his orders. Fuzl Khan and one of the +Mysoreans he sent to carry the barrel to Angria's gallivat. It +contained da'ma. They were to break it open, tear down the hangings +in the cabin, smear them plentifully, and set light to them from +the lantern. Meanwhile Desmond himself, with the rest of the men, +set about preparing the gallivat in which he was about to make his +next move.</p> +<p>The lightest of the line of vessels was the one in which the +watchmen had been gambling. It happened that this, with the +gallivat next to it, had come into harbor late in the evening from +a short scouting cruise, and the sweeps used by their crews had not +been carried on shore, as the custom was. The larger vessel had +fifty of these sweeps, the smaller thirty. If pursuit was to be +checked it was essential that none of them should be left in the +enemy's hands, and the work of carrying the fifty from the larger +to the smaller vessel took some time.</p> +<p>There was no longer the same need for quietness of movement. So +long as any great noise and bustle was avoided, the sentinels on +the walls of the fort would only suppose, if sounds reached their +ears, that the watch on board were securing the gallivats at their +moorings.</p> +<p>When the sweeps had all been transferred Desmond ordered the +prisoners to be brought from Angria's cabin to the smaller vessel. +The lashings of their feet were cut in turn; each man was carefully +searched, deprived of all weapons, and escorted from the one vessel +to the other, his feet being then securely bound as before.</p> +<p>On board the smallest gallivat were now Desmond, five of his +companions, and eleven helpless Marathas. He had just directed one +of the Biluchis to cast loose the lashings between the vessels, and +was already congratulating himself that the main difficulties of +his venture were past, when he suddenly heard shouts from the +direction of the fort. Immediately afterwards the deep notes of the +huge gong kept in Angria's courtyard boomed and reverberated across +the harbor, echoed at brief intervals by the strident clanging of +several smaller gongs in the town.</p> +<p>Barely had the first sound reached his ears when he saw a light +flash forth from the outermost bastion; to the left of it appeared +a second; and soon, along the whole face of the fort, in the +dockyard, in the town, innumerable lights dotted the blackness, +some stationary, others moving this way and that. Now cries were +heard from all sides, growing in volume until the sound was as of +some gigantic hornet's nest awakened into angry activity. To the +clangor of gongs was added the blare of trumpets, and from the +walls of the fort and palace, from the hill beyond, from every +cliff along the shore, echoed and re-echoed an immense and furious +din.</p> +<p>For a few seconds Desmond stood as if fascinated, watching the +transformation which the hundreds of twinkling lights had caused. +Then he pulled himself together, and with a word to the Biluchi who +had loosed the lashings, bidding him hold on to the next gallivat, +he sprang to the side of this vessel, and hurried towards Angria's. +Fuzl Khan had not returned; Desmond almost feared that some mishap +had befallen the man.</p> +<p>Reaching the center vessel, he peered down the hatchway, but +started back as a gust of acrid smoke struck him from below. He +called to the Gujarati. There was no response. For an instant he +stood in hesitation; had the man been overcome by the suffocating +fumes filling the hold? But just as, with the instinct of rescue, +he was about to lower himself into the depths, he heard a low hail +from the vessel at the end of the line nearest the shore. A moment +afterwards Fuzl Khan came stumbling towards him.</p> +<p>"I have fired another gallivat, sahib," he said, his voice +ringing with fierce exultation.</p> +<p>"Well done, Fuzl Khan," said Desmond. "Now we must be off. See, +there are torches coming down towards the jetty."</p> +<p>The two sprang across the intervening vessel, a dense cloud of +smoke following them from the hatchway of Angria's gallivat. +Reaching the outermost of the line, Desmond gave the word, the +anchor was slipped, the two Biluchis pressed with all their force +against the adjacent vessel, and the gallivat moved slowly out. +Desmond ran to the helm, and the Gujarati with his five companions +seizing each upon one of the long sweeps, they dropped their blades +into the water and began to pull.</p> +<p>Desmond was all a-tingle with excitement and determination. The +shouts from the shore were nearer; the lights were brighter; for +all he knew, the whole garrison and population were gathering. They +had guessed that an escape was being attempted by sea. Even now +perhaps boats were setting off, bringing rowers to man the +gallivats, and oars to send them in pursuit.</p> +<p>If they should reach the vessels before the middle one had burst +into flame, he felt that his chances of getting away were small +indeed. When would the flame appear? It might check the pursuers, +throw them into consternation, confuse and delay the pursuit. Would +the longed-for blaze never show itself? And how slowly his gallivat +was moving! The rowers were bending to their work with a will, but +six men are but a poor crew for a vessel of a hundred tons, and the +slow progress it was making was in fact due more to the still +ebbing tide than to the frantic efforts of the oarsmen. The wind +was contrary; it would be useless to hoist the sail. At this rate +they would be half an hour or more in reaching the three grabs +anchored nearer the mouth of the harbor. The willing rowers on +their benches could not know how slowly the vessel was moving, but +it was painfully clear to Desmond at the helm; relative to the +lights on shore the gallivat seemed scarcely to move at all.</p> +<p>He called to Fuzl Khan, who left his oar and hurried aft.</p> +<p>"We must make more speed, Fuzl Khan. Release the prisoners' +hands; keep their feet tied, and place them among our party. Don't +take an oar yourself: stand over them ready to strike down any man +who mutinies."</p> +<p>The Gujarati grunted and hurried away. Assisted by Surendra +Nath, who, being his companion on the rowing bench, had perforce +dropped his oar, he soon had the prisoners in position. Urging them +with terrible threats and fierce imprecations, he forced them to +ply their oars with long steady strokes. The way on the gallivat +increased. There was not a great distance now to be covered, it was +unnecessary to husband their strength, and with still more furious +menaces Fuzl Khan got out of the sturdy Marathas all the energy of +which they were capable. The escaped prisoners needed no spur; they +were working with might and main, for dear life.</p> +<p>Desmond had to steer by guesswork and such landmarks as were +afforded by the lights on shore. He peered anxiously ahead, hoping +to see the dim shapes of the three grabs; but this was at present +impossible, since they lay between him and the seaward extremity of +the fort, where lights had not yet appeared. Looking back he saw a +number of torches flitting along the shore; and now two or three +dark objects, no doubt boats, were moving from the farther side of +the jetty towards the gallivats. At the same moment he caught sight +of these he saw at last, rising from the gallivats, the thin tongue +of flame he had so long expected.</p> +<p>But now that it had come at last, showing that the work on board +had been thorough, he almost regretted it, for it was instantly +seen from the shore and greeted by a babel of yells caught up in +different parts of the town and fort. As at a signal the torches no +longer flickered hither and thither aimlessly, but all took the +same direction towards the jetty. The hunt was up!</p> +<p>Glancing round, Desmond suddenly gave the order to cease rowing, +and putting the helm hard down just avoided crashing into a dark +object ahead. The sweeps grated against the side of what proved to +be one of the grabs for which he had been looking. A voice from its +deck hailed him.</p> +<p>"Take care! Where are you going? Who are you?"</p> +<p>Desmond called up the serang. He dare not reply himself, lest +his accent should betray him.</p> +<p>"Tell him all is well. We have a message from the fort to the +Tremukji," he said in a whisper.</p> +<p>The serang repeated the words aloud.</p> +<p>"Well, huzur. But what is the meaning of the noise and the +torches and the blaze on the sea?"</p> +<p>"Tell him we have no time to waste. Ask him where the Tremukji +lies."</p> +<p>The man on the grab replied that she lay outside, a dozen boat +lengths. Desmond knew that this vessel, which had been launched +during his captivity, and in whose construction he had had a humble +part, had proved the swiftest in the fleet, although much smaller +than the majority of the Pirate's. Once on board her, and beyond +reach of the guns of the fort, he might fairly hope to get clear +away in spite of his miscellaneous crew. Giving to the Gujarati the +order to go ahead, he questioned the serang.</p> +<p>"What is the name of the serang in charge of the Tremukji?"</p> +<p>"Pandu, sahib."</p> +<p>"How many men are on board her?"</p> +<p>"Three, sahib."</p> +<p>"Then, when we come alongside and I give the word, you will tell +him to come aboard at once; we have a message from the fort for +him."</p> +<p>Owing to the trend of the shore, the gallivat had been slowly +nearing the walls of the fort, and at this moment could not be more +than a hundred and fifty yards distant from them. But for the +shouting on shore the noise of the sweeps must by this time have +been heard. In the glow of the blazing vessels in mid channel the +moving gallivat had almost certainly been seen. Desmond grew more +and more anxious.</p> +<p>"Hail the grab," he said to the serang as the vessel loomed up +ahead.</p> +<p>"Hai, hai, Tremukji!" cried the man.</p> +<p>There came an answering hail. Then the serang hesitated; he was +evidently wondering whether even now he might not defy this +foreigner who was bearding his terrible master. But his hesitation +was short. At a sign from Desmond, Gulam the Biluchi, who had +brought the serang forward, applied the point of his knife to the +back of the unfortunate man's neck.</p> +<p>"I have a message from Angria Rho," he cried quickly. "Come +aboard at once."</p> +<p>The rowers at a word from Fuzl Khan shipped their oars, and the +two vessels came together with a sharp thud. The serang in charge +of the grab vaulted across the bulwarks and fell into the waiting +arms of Fuzl Khan, who squeezed his throat, muttered a few fierce +words in his ear, and handed him over to Gulam, who bundled him +below. Then, shouting the order to make fast, the Gujarati flung a +hawser across to the grab. The two men on board her obeyed without +question; but they were still at the work when Desmond and Fuzl +Khan, followed by the two Mysoreans, leaped upon them from the deck +of the gallivat. There was a short sharp scrimmage; then these +guardians of the grab were hauled on to the gallivat and sent to +join the rowers on the main deck.</p> +<p>Desmond and his six companions now had fourteen prisoners on +their hands, and in ordinary circumstances the disproportion would +have been fatal. But the captives, besides having been deprived of +all means of offense, had no exact knowledge of the exact number of +men who had trapped them. Their fears and the darkness had a +magnifying effect, and, like Falstaff, they would have sworn that +their enemies were ten times as many as they actually were.</p> +<p>So deeply engrossed had Desmond been in the capture of the grab +that he had forgotten the one serious danger that threatened to +turn the tide of accident, hitherto so favorable, completely +against him. He had forgotten the burning gallivats. But now his +attention was recalled to them in a very unpleasant and forcible +way. There was a deafening report, as it seemed from a few yards' +distance, followed immediately by a splash in the water just ahead. +The glare of the burning vessels was dimly lighting up almost the +whole harbor mouth, and the runaway gallivat, now clearly seen from +the fort, had become a target for its guns. The gunners had been +specially exercised of late in anticipation of an attack from +Bombay, and Desmond knew that in his slow-going vessel he could not +hope to draw out of range in time to escape a battering.</p> +<p>But his gallivat was among the grabs. At this moment it must be +impossible for the gunners to distinguish between the runaway and +the loyal vessels. If he could only cause them to hold their fire +for a time! Knowing that the Gujarati had a stentorian voice, and +that a shout would carry upwards from the water to the parapet, in +a flash Desmond saw the possibility of a ruse. He spoke to Fuzl +Khan. The man at once turned to the fort, and with the full force +of his lungs shouted:</p> +<p>"Comrades, do not fire. We have caught them!"</p> +<p>Answering shouts came from the walls; the words were +indistinguishable, but the trick had succeeded, at any rate for the +moment. No second shot was at this time fired.</p> +<p>Desmond made full use of this period of grace. He recognized +that the gallivat, while short-handed, was too slow to make good +the escape; the grab, with the wind contrary, could never be got +out of the harbor; the only course open to him was to make use of +the one to tow the other until they reached the open sea. As soon +as a hawser could be bent the grab was taken in tow: its crew was +impressed with the other prisoners as rowers, under the charge of +the Biluchis; and with Desmond at the helm of the grab and the +Gujarati steering the gallivat, the two vessels crept slowly +seawards. They went at a snail's pace, for it was nearly slack +tide; and slow as the progress of the gallivat had been before, it +was much slower now that the men had to move two vessels instead of +one.</p> +<p>To Desmond, turning every now and again to watch the increasing +glare from the burning gallivats, it seemed that he scarcely +advanced at all. The town and the townward part of the fort were +minute by minute becoming more brightly illuminated; every detail +around the blazing vessels could be distinctly seen; and mingled +with the myriad noises from the shore was now the crackle of the +flames, and the hiss of burning spars and rigging as they fell into +the water.</p> +<p>The gallivats had separated into two groups; either they had +been cut apart, or, more probably, the lashings had been burned +through. Around one of the groups Desmond saw a number of small +boats. They appeared to be trying to cut out the middle of the +three gallivats, which seemed to be as yet uninjured, while the +vessels on either side were in full blaze. Owing to the intense +heat the men's task was a difficult and dangerous one, and Desmond +had good hope that they would not succeed until the gallivat was +too much damaged to be of use for pursuit. He wondered, indeed, at +the attempt being made at all; for it kept all the available boats +engaged when they might have dashed upon the grab in tow and made +short work of it.</p> +<p>The true explanation of their blunder did not at the moment +occur to Desmond. The fact was that the men trying so earnestly to +save the gallivat knew nothing of what had happened to the grab. +They were aware that a gallivat had been cut loose and was standing +out to sea; but the glare of the fire blinded them to all that was +happening beyond a narrow circle, and as yet they had had no +information from shore of what was actually occurring. When they +did learn that two vessels were on their way to the sea, they would +no doubt set out to recapture the fugitives instead of wasting +their efforts in a futile attempt to save the unsavable.</p> +<p>Desmond was still speculating on the point when another shot +from the fort aroused him to the imminent danger. The dark shapes +of the two vessels must now certainly be visible from the walls. +The shot flew wide. Although the grab was well within range it was +doubtless difficult to take aim, the distance being deceptive and +the sights useless in the dark. But this shot was followed at +intervals of a few seconds by another and another; it was clear +that the fugitives were running the gauntlet of the whole armament +on this side of the fort. The guns were being fired as fast as they +could be loaded; the gunners were becoming accustomed to the +darkness, and when Desmond heard the shots plumping into the water, +nearer to him, it seemed, every time, he could not but recognize +that success or failure hung upon a hair.</p> +<p>Crash! A round shot struck the grab within a few feet of the +wheel. A shower of splinters flew in all directions. Desmond felt a +stinging blow on the forehead; he put up his hand; when he took it +away it was wet. He could not leave the wheel to see what damage +had been done to the ship, still less to examine his own +injury.</p> +<p>He was alone on board. Every other man was straining at his oar +in the gallivat. He felt the blood trickling down his face; from +time to time he wiped it away with the loose end of his dhoti. Then +he forgot his wound, for two more shots within a few seconds of +each other struck the grab forward. Clearly the gunners were aiming +at his vessel, which, being larger than the gallivat, and higher in +the water, presented an easier mark. Where had she been hit? If +below the waterline, before many minutes were past she would be +sinking under him.</p> +<p>Yet he could do nothing. He dared not order the men in the +gallivat to cease rowing; he dared not leave the helm of the grab; +he could but wait and hold his post. It would not be long before he +knew whether the vessel had been seriously hit: if it was so, then +would be the time to cast off the tow rope.</p> +<p>The gallivat, at any rate, appeared not to have suffered. +Desmond was beginning to think he was out of the wood when he heard +a crash in front, followed by a still more ominous sound. The +motion of the gallivat at once ceased, and, the grab slowly +creeping up to her, Desmond had to put his helm hard up to avoid a +collision. He could hear the Gujarati raging and storming on deck, +and cries as of men in pain; then, as the grab came abreast of the +smaller vessel, he became aware of what had happened. The mainmast +of the gallivat had been struck by a shot and had gone by the +board.</p> +<p>Desmond hailed the Gujarati and told him to get three or four +men to cut away the wreckage.</p> +<p>"Keep an eye on the prisoners," he added, feeling that this was +perhaps the most serious element in a serious situation; for with +round shot flying about the vessel it might well have seemed to the +unhappy men on the rowing benches that mutiny was the lesser of two +risks. But the rowers were cowed by the presence of the two +Biluchis armed with their terrible knives, and they crowded in dumb +helplessness while the tangled rigging was cut away.</p> +<p>"Is any one hurt?" asked Desmond.</p> +<p>"One of the rowers has a broken arm, sahib," replied Shaik +Abdullah.</p> +<p>"And I have a contusion of the nose," said the Babu +lugubriously.</p> +<p>It was impossible to do anything for the sufferers at the +moment. It was still touch-and-go with the whole party. The shots +from the fort were now beginning to fall short, but, for all +Desmond knew, boats might have been launched in pursuit, and if he +was overtaken it meant lingering torture and a fearful death. He +was in a fever of impatience until at length, the tangled shrouds +having been cut away, the rowing was resumed and the two vessels +began again to creep slowly seaward.</p> +<p>Gradually they drew out of range of the guns. Steering straight +out to sea, Desmond had a clear view of the whole of the harbor and +a long stretch of the river. The scene was brightly lit up, and he +saw that two of the gallivats had been towed away from the burning +vessels, from which the flames were now shooting high into the air. +But even on the two that had been cut loose there were spurts of +flame; and Desmond hoped that they had sustained enough damage to +make them unseaworthy.</p> +<p>Suddenly there were two loud explosions, in quick succession. A +column of fire rose toward the sky from the gallivats that were +blazing most brightly. The fire had at length reached the +ammunition. The red sparks sprang upwards like a fountain, casting +a ruddy glow for many yards around; then they fell back into the +sea, and all was darkness, except for the lesser lights from the +burning vessels whose magazines had as yet escaped. The explosions +could hardly have occurred at a more opportune moment, for the +darkness was now all the more intense, and favored the +fugitives.</p> +<p>There was a brisk breeze from the southwest outside the harbor, +and when the two vessels lost the shelter of the headland they +crept along even more slowly than before. Desmond had learned +enough of seamanship on board the Good Intent to know that he must +have sea room before he cast off the gallivat and made sail +northwards; otherwise he would inevitably be driven on shore. It +was this fact that had prompted his operations in the harbor. He +knew that the grabs could not put to sea unless they were towed, +and the gallivats being rendered useless, towing was +impossible.</p> +<p>The sea was choppy, and the rowers had much ado to control the +sweeps. Only their dread of the Biluchis' knives kept them at their +work. But the progress, though slow, was steady; gradually the glow +in the sky behind the headland grew dimmer; though it was as yet +impossible to judge with certainty how much offing had been made. +Desmond, resolving to give away no chances, and being unacquainted +with the trend of the coast, kept the rowers at work, with short +intervals of rest, until dawn. By this means he hoped to avoid all +risk of being driven on a lee shore, and to throw Angria off the +scent, for it would naturally be supposed that the fugitives would +head at once for Bombay, and pursuit, if attempted, would be made +in that direction.</p> +<p>When day broke over the hills, Desmond guessed that the coast +must be now five miles off. As far as he could see, it ran north by +east. He had now plenty of sea room; there was no pursuer in sight; +the wind was in his favor, and if it held, no vessel in Angria's +harbor could now catch him. He called to the Gujarati, who shouted +an order to the Biluchis; the worn-out men on the benches ceased +rowing, except four who pulled a few strokes every now and then to +prevent the two vessels from colliding.</p> +<p>Desmond had thought at first of stopping the rowing altogether +and running the grab alongside the gallivat; but that course, while +safe enough in the still water of the harbor, would have its +dangers in the open sea. So, lashing the helm of the grab, he +dropped into a small boat which had been bumping throughout the +night against the vessel's side, and in a few minutes was on board +the gallivat.</p> +<p>He first inquired after the men who had been wounded in the +night. One had a broken arm, which no one on board knew how to set. +The Babu had certainly a much discolored nose, the contusion having +been caused no doubt by a splinter of wood thrown up by the shot. +Two or three of the rowers had slight bruises and abrasions, but +none had been killed and none dangerously hurt.</p> +<p>Then Desmond had a short and earnest talk with the Gujarati, who +alone of the men had sufficient seamanship to make him of any value +in deciding upon the next move.</p> +<p>"What is to be done with the gallivat?" asked Desmond.</p> +<p>"Scuttle her, sahib, and hoist sail on the grab."</p> +<p>"But the rowers?"</p> +<p>"Fasten them to the benches and let them drown. They could not +help our enemies then, and it would make up for what you and I and +all of us have suffered in Gheria."</p> +<p>"No, I can't do that," said Desmond.</p> +<p>"It must be as I say, sahib. There is nothing else to do. We +have killed no one yet, except the sentinel on the parapet; I did +that neatly, the sahib will agree; I would have a life for every +lash of the whip upon my back."</p> +<p>"No," said Desmond decisively, "I shall not drown the men. We +will take on board the grab three or four, who must be sailors; let +us ask who will volunteer. We will promise them good pay; we +haven't any money, to be sure, but the grab can be sold when we +reach Bombay, and though we stole her I think everybody would admit +that she is our lawful prize. I should think they'll be ready +enough to volunteer, for they won't care to return to Gheria and +face Angria's rage. At the same time we can't take more than three +or four, because in the daylight they can now see how few we are, +and they might take a fancy to recapture the grab. What do you +think of that plan?"</p> +<p>The Gujarati sullenly assented. He did not understand mercy to +an enemy.</p> +<p>"There is no need to pay them, sahib," he said. "You can promise +pay; a promise is enough."</p> +<p>Desmond was unwilling to start an argument and said nothing. +Once in Bombay he could insure that any pledges given would be +strictly kept.</p> +<p>As he expected, there was no difficulty in obtaining volunteers. +Twice the number required offered their services. They had not +found their work with the Pirate so easy or so well rewarded as to +have any great objection to a change of masters. Moreover, they no +doubt feared the reception they would get from Angria if they +returned. And it appeared afterwards that during the night the +Biluchis had recounted many fabulous incidents, all tending to show +that the sahib was a very important as well as a very ingenious +Firangi, so that this reputation, coupled with an offer of good +pay, overcame any scruples the men might retain.</p> +<p>Among those who volunteered and whose services were accepted was +the serang of Angria's gallivat. Unknown to Desmond, while he was +holding this conversation with the Gujarati, the serang, crouching +in apparent apathy on his bench, had really strained his ears to +catch what was being said. He, with the three other men selected, +was released from his bonds, and ordered to lower the longboat of +the gallivat and stow in it all the ammunition for the guns that +was to be found in the ship's magazine. This was then taken on +board the grab, and Desmond ordered one of the Mysoreans to load +the grab's stern chasers, telling the Marathas whom he intended to +leave on the gallivat that, at the first sign of any attempt to +pursue, their vessel would be sunk.</p> +<p>Then in two parties the fugitives went on board the grab. +Desmond was the last to leave the gallivat, releasing one of the +captive rowers, who in his turn could release the rest.</p> +<p>As soon as Desmond stepped on board the grab, the hawser +connecting the two vessels was cast off, the mainsail was run up, +and the grab, sailing large, stood up the coast. Fuzl Khan, +swarming up to the masthead, reported two or three sail far behind, +apparently at the mouth of Gheria harbor. But Desmond, knowing that +if they were in pursuit they had a long beat to windward before +them, felt no anxiety on that score. Besides, the grab he was on +had been selected precisely because it was the fastest vessel in +Angria's fleet.</p> +<p>Having got fairly under way, he felt that he had leisure to +inspect the damage done to the grab by the shots from the fort +which had given him so much concern in the darkness. That she had +suffered no serious injury was clear from the ease with which she +answered the helm and the rapidity of her sailing. He found that a +hole or two had been made in the forepart of the deck, and a couple +of yards of the bulwarks carried away. There was nothing to cause +alarm or to demand repair.</p> +<p>It was a bright cool morning, and Desmond, after the excitements +and the strain of the last few days, felt an extraordinary +lightness of spirit as the vessel cut through the water. For the +first time in his life he knew the meaning of the word freedom; +none but a man who has suffered captivity or duress can know such +joy as now filled his soul. The long stress of his menial life on +board the Good Intent, the weary months of toil, difficulty and +danger as Angria's prisoner, were past; and it was with +whole-hearted joyousness he realized that he was now on his way to +Bombay, where Clive was--Clive, the hero who was as a fixed star in +his mental firmament.</p> +<p>The gallivat, lying all but motionless on the water, a forlorn +object with the jagged stump of her mainmast, grew smaller and +smaller in the distance, and was soon hull down. Desmond, turning +away from a last look in her direction, awoke from his reverie to +the consciousness that he was ravenously hungry.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch15" id="Ch15">Chapter 15</a>: In which our hero +weathers a storm; and prepares for squalls.</h2> +<p>Hungry as he was, however, Desmond would not eat while he was, +so to speak, still in touch with Gheria. He ran up the sail on the +mizzen, and the grab was soon cutting her way through the water at +a spanking rate. He had closely studied the chart on board the Good +Intent when that vessel was approaching the Indian coast--not with +any fixed purpose, but in the curiosity which invested all things +Indian with interest for him. From his recollection he believed +that Gheria was somewhat more than a hundred miles from Bombay. If +the grab continued to make such good sailing she might hope to +cover this distance by midnight. But she could hardly run into +harbor until the following day. There was, of course, no chart, not +even a compass, on board; the only apparatus he possessed was a +water clock; naturally he could not venture far out to sea, but +neither dared he hug the shore too closely. He knew not what reefs +there might be lying in wait for his untaught keel. Besides, he +might be sighted from one or other of the coast strongholds still +remaining in Angria's hands, and it was not impossible that swift +messengers had already been sent along the shore from Gheria, +prescribing a keen lookout and the chase of any solitary grab +making northward.</p> +<p>But if he kept too far out he might run past Bombay, though when +he mentioned this to his fellow fugitives he was assured by the +Biluchis and Fuzl Khan that they would unfailingly recognize the +landmarks, having more than once in the course of their trading and +pirate voyages touched at that port.</p> +<p>On the whole he thought it best to keep the largest possible +offing that would still leave the coast within sight. Putting the +helm down he ran out some eight or ten miles, until the coast was +visible only from the masthead as a purple line on the horizon, +with occasional glimpses of high ghats {mountains} behind.</p> +<p>Meanwhile the Gujarati and some of the others had breakfasted +from their bundles. Leaving the former in charge of the wheel, +Desmond took his well-earned meal of rice and chapatis, stale, but +sweet with the sweetness of freedom.</p> +<p>In his ignorance of the coast he felt that he must not venture +to run into Bombay in the darkness, and resolved to heave-to during +the night. At the dawn he would creep in towards the shore without +anxiety, for there was little chance of falling in with hostile +vessels in the immediate neighborhood of Bombay. Knowing that a +considerable British fleet lay there, the Pirate would not allow +his vessels to cruise far from his own strongholds. But as there +was a prospect of spending at least one night at sea, it was +necessary to establish some system of watches. The task of steering +had to be shared between Desmond and Fuzl Khan; and the majority of +the men being wholly inexperienced, it was not safe to leave fewer +than six of them on duty at a time. The only danger likely to arise +was from the weather. So far it was good; the sea was calm, the sky +was clear; but Desmond was enough of a seaman to know that, being +near the coast, the grab might at any moment, almost without +warning, be struck by a squall. He had to consider how best to +divide up his crew.</p> +<p>Including himself there were eleven men on board. Four of them +were strangers of whom he knew nothing; the six who had escaped +with him were known only as fellow prisoners.</p> +<p>To minimize any risk, he divided the crew into three watches. +One consisted of the Babu, the serang, and one of the Marathas from +the gallivat. Each of the others comprised a Mysorean, a Biluchi, +and a Maratha. Thus the strangers were separated as much as +possible, and the number of Marathas on duty was never in excess of +the number of fugitives; the steersman, Desmond or the Gujarati, as +the case might be, turned the balance.</p> +<p>The watch was set by means of the water clock found in the +cabin. Desmond arranged that he and Fuzl Khan should take alternate +periods of eight hours on and four off. The two matchlocks taken +from the sentinels of the fort and brought on board were loaded and +placed on deck near the wheel. None of the crew was armed save the +Biluchis, who retained their knives.</p> +<p>Towards midday the wind dropped almost to a dead calm. This was +disappointing, for Desmond suspected that he was still within the +area of Angria's piratical operations--if not from Gheria, at any +rate from some of the more northerly strongholds not yet captured +by the East India Company or the Peshwa. But he had a good offing: +scanning the horizon all around he failed to sight a single sail; +and he hoped that the breeze would freshen as suddenly as it had +dropped.</p> +<p>Now that excitement and suspense were over, and there was +nothing that called for activity, Desmond felt the natural reaction +from the strain he had undergone. By midday he was so tired and +sleepy that he found himself beginning to doze at the wheel. The +Gujarati had been sleeping for some hours, and, as the vessel now +required scarcely any attention Desmond thought it a good +opportunity for snatching a rest. Calling to Fuzl Khan to take his +place and bidding him keep the vessel's head, as far as he could, +due north, he went below. About six bells, as time would have been +reckoned on the Good Intent, he was wakened by the Babu, with a +message from the Gujarati desiring him to come on deck.</p> +<p>"Is anything wrong, Babu?" he asked, springing up.</p> +<p>"Not so far as I am aware, sahib. Only it is much hotter since I +began my watch."</p> +<p>Desmond had hardly stepped on deck before he understood the +reason for the summons. Overhead all was clear; but towards the +land a dense bank of black cloud was rising, and approaching the +vessel with great rapidity. It was as though some vast blanket were +being thrown seawards. The air was oppressively hot, and the sea +lay like lead. Desmond knew the signs; the Gujarati knew them too; +and they set to work with a will to meet the storm.</p> +<p>Fortunately Desmond, recognizing the unhandiness of his crew, +had taken care to set no more sail than could be shortened at the +briefest notice. He had not been called a moment too soon. A flash +lit the black sky; a peal of thunder rattled like artillery far +off; and then a squall struck the grab with terrific force, and the +sea, suddenly lashed into fury, advanced like a cluster of green +liquid mountains to overwhelm the vessel. She heeled bulwarks +under, and was instantly wrapped in a dense mist, rain pouring in +blinding sheets. The main topsail was blown away with a report like +a gun shot; and then, under a reefed foresail, the grab ran before +the wind, which was apparently blowing from the southeast.</p> +<p>Furious seas broke over the deck; the wind bellowed through the +rigging; the vessel staggered and plunged under the shocks of sea +and wind. Fuzl Khan clung to the helm with all his strength, but +his arms were almost torn from their sockets, and he called aloud +for Desmond to come to his assistance.</p> +<p>It was fortunate that little was required of the crew, for in a +few minutes all of them save the four Marathas from the gallivat +were prostrated with seasickness. The Babu had run below, and +occasionally, between two gusts, Desmond could hear the shrieks and +groans of the terrified man. But he had no time to sympathize; his +whole energies were bent on preventing the grab from being pooped. +He felt no alarm; indeed, the storm exhilarated him; danger is +bracing to a courageous spirit, and his blood leaped to this +contest with the elements. He thrilled with a sense of personal +triumph as he realized that the grab was a magnificent sea boat. +There was no fear but that the hull would stand the strain; Desmond +knew the pains that had been expended in her building: the careful +selection of the timbers, the niceness with which the planks had +been fitted. No European vessel could have proved her superior in +seaworthiness.</p> +<p>But she was fast drifting out into the Indian Ocean, far away +from the haven Desmond desired to make. How long was this going to +last? Whither was he being carried? Without chart or compass he +could take no bearings, set no true course. It was a dismal +prospect, and Desmond, glowing as he was with the excitement of the +fight, yet felt some anxiety. Luckily, besides the provisions +brought in their bundles by the fugitives, there was a fair supply +of food and water on board; for although every portable article of +value had been taken on shore when the grab anchored in Gheria, it +had not been thought necessary to remove the bulkier articles. +Thus, if at the worst the vessel were driven far out to sea, there +was no danger of starvation, even if she could not make port for +several days.</p> +<p>But Desmond hoped that things would not come to this pass. +Towards nightfall, surely, the squall would blow itself out. Yet +the wind appeared to be gaining rather than losing strength; hour +after hour passed, and he still could not venture to quit the +wheel. He was drenched through and through with the rain; his +muscles ached with the stress; and he could barely manage to eat +the food and water brought him staggeringly by the serang in the +intervals of the wilder gusts.</p> +<p>The storm had lasted for nearly ten hours before it showed signs +of abatement. Another two hours passed before it was safe to leave +the helm. The wind had by this time fallen to a steady breeze; the +rain had ceased; the sky was clear and starlit; but the sea was +still running high. At length the serang offered to steer while the +others got a little rest; and intrusting the wheel to him Desmond +and Fuzl Khan threw themselves down as they were, on the deck near +the wheel, and were soon fast asleep.</p> +<p>At dawn Desmond awoke to find the grab laboring in a heavy sea, +with just steering way on. The wind had dropped to a light breeze. +The Gujarati was soon up and relieved the serang at the wheel; the +rest of the crew, haggard melancholy objects, were set to work to +make things shipshape. Only the Babu remained below; he lay huddled +in the cabin, bruised, prostrate, unable to realize that the +bitterness of death was past, unable to believe that life had any +further interest for him.</p> +<p>Desmond's position was perplexing. Where was he? Perforce he had +lost his bearings. He scanned the whole circumference of the +horizon, and saw nothing but the vast dark ocean plain and its +immense blue dome--never a yard of land, never a stitch of canvas. +He had no means of ascertaining his latitude. During the twelve +hours of the storm the grab had been driven at a furious rate; if +the wind had blown all the time from the southeast, the quarter +from which it had struck the vessel, she must now be at least fifty +miles from the coast, possibly more, and north of Bombay. In the +inky blackness of the night, amid the blinding rain, it had been +impossible to read anything from the stars. All was uncertain, save +the golden sheen of sunlight in the east.</p> +<p>Desmond's only course was to put the vessel about and steer by +the sun. She must thus come sooner or later in sight of the coast, +and then one or the other of the men on board might recognize a +landmark--a hill, a promontory, a town. The danger was that they +might make the coast in the neighborhood of one of the Pirate's +strongholds; but that must be risked.</p> +<p>For the rest of the day there were light variable winds, such +as, according to Fuzl Khan, might be expected at that season of the +year. The northeast monsoon was already overdue. Its coming was +usually heralded by fitful and uncertain winds, varied by such +squalls or storms as they had just experienced.</p> +<p>The sea moderated early in the morning, and became continually +smoother until, as the sun went down, there was scarce a ripple on +the surface. The wind meanwhile had gradually veered to the +southwest, and later to the west, and the grab began to make more +headway. But with the fall of night it dropped to a dead calm, a +circumstance from which the Gujarati inferred that they were still +a long way from the coast. When the stars appeared, however, and +Desmond was able to get a better idea of the course to set, a +slight breeze sprang up again from the west, and the grab crept +along at a speed of perhaps four knots.</p> +<p>It had been a lazy day on board. The crew had recovered from +their sickness, but there was nothing for them to do, and as +orientals they were quite content to do nothing. Only the Babu +remained off duty, in addition to the watch below. Desmond visited +him, and persuaded him to take some food; but nothing would induce +him to come on deck; the mere sight of the sea, he said, would +externalize his interior.</p> +<p>It was Desmond's trick at the wheel between eight and midnight. +Gulam Abdullah was on the lookout; the rest of the crew were +forward squatting on the deck in a circle around Fuzl Khan. +Desmond, thinking of other things, heard dully, as from a great +distance, the drone of the Gujarati's voice. He was talking more +freely and continuously than was usual with him; ordinarily his +manner was morose; he was a man of few words, and those not too +carefully chosen. So prolonged was the monotonous murmur, however, +that Desmond by and by found himself wondering what was the subject +of his lengthy discourse; he even strained his ears to catch, if it +might be, some fragments of it; but nothing came into distinctness +out of the low-pitched tone.</p> +<p>Occasionally it was broken by the voice of one of the others; +now and again there was a brief interval of silence; then the +Gujarati began again. Desmond's thoughts were once more diverted to +his own strange fate. Little more than a year before, he had been a +boy, with no more experience than was to be gained within the +narrow circuit of a country farm. What a gamut of adventure he had +run through since then! He smiled as he thought that none of the +folks at Market Drayton would recognize, in the muscular, +strapping, suntanned seaman, the slim boy of Wilcote Grange. His +imagination had woven many a chain of incident, and set him in many +a strange place; but never had it presented a picture of himself in +command of as mixed a crew as was ever thrown together, navigating +unknown waters without chart or compass, a fugitive from the chains +of an Eastern despot.</p> +<p>His quick fancy was busy even now. He felt that it was not for +nothing he had been brought into his present plight; and at the +back of his mind was the belief, founded on his strong wish and +hope, that the magnetism of Clive's personality, which he had felt +so strongly at Market Drayton, was still influencing his +career.</p> +<p>At midnight Fuzl Khan relieved him at the wheel, and he turned +in. His sleep was troubled. It was a warm night--unusually warm for +the time of year. There were swarms of cockroaches and rats on +board; the cockroaches huge beasts, three times the size of those +that overran the kitchen at home; the rats seeming as large as the +rabbits he had been wont to shoot on the farm. They scurried about +with their little restless noises, which usually would have had no +power to break his sleep; but now they worried him. He scared them +into silence for a moment by striking upon the floor; but the +rustle and clipper clapper immediately began again.</p> +<p>After vain efforts to regain his sleep, he at length rose and +went on deck. He did not move with intentional quietness, but he +was barefoot, and his steps made no sound. It was a black night, a +warm haze almost shutting out the stars. As he reached the deck he +heard low murmurs from a point somewhere aft. He had no idea what +the time was: Shaik Mahomet had the water clock, with which he +timed the watches; and Desmond's could not yet be due. Avoiding the +spot where the conversation was in progress, he leaned over the +bulwarks, and gazed idly at the phosphorescent glow upon the +water.</p> +<p>Then he suddenly became aware that the sounds of talking came +from near the wheel, and Fuzl Khan was among the talkers. What made +the man so uncommonly talkative? Seemingly he was taking up the +thread where it had been dropped earlier in the night; what was it +about?</p> +<p>Desmond asked himself the question without much interest, and +was again allowing his thoughts to rove when he caught the word +"sahib," and then the word "Firangi" somewhat loudly spoken. +Immediately afterwards there was a low hiss from the Gujarati, as +of one warning another to speak lower. The experiences of the past +year had quickened Desmond's wits; with reason he had become more +suspicious than of yore, and the necessity to be constantly on his +guard had made him alert, alive to the least suggestion.</p> +<p>Why had the speaker been hushed--and by Fuzl Khan? He remembered +the ugly rumors--the veiled hints he had heard about the man in +Gheria. If they were true, he had sold his comrades who trusted +him. They might not be true; the man himself had always indignantly +denied them. Desmond had nothing against him. So far he had acted +loyally enough; but then he had nothing to gain by playing his +fellow fugitives false, and it was with this knowledge that Desmond +had decided to make him privy to the escape.</p> +<p>But now they were clear of Gheria. Fuzl Khan was free like the +rest; he had no longer the same inducement to play straight if his +interest seemed to him to clash with the general. Yet it was not +easy to see how such a clashing could occur. Like the others he was +lost at sea; until land was reached, at any rate, he could have no +motive for opposition or mutiny.</p> +<p>While these, thoughts were passing through Desmond's mind he +heard a man rise from the group aft and come forward. Instinctively +he moved from the side of the vessel towards the mainmast, and as +the man drew near Desmond stood so that the stout tree trunk was +between them. The man went rapidly towards the bows, and in a low +tone hailed the lookout, whispering him a summons to join the +Gujarati at the helm. The lookout, one of the Marathas, left his +post; he came aft with the messenger, and both passing on the same +side of the vessel, Desmond by dodging round the mast escaped their +notice.</p> +<p>At the best, the action of Fuzl Khan was a dereliction of duty; +at the worst!--Desmond could not put his suspicions into words. It +was clear that something was afoot, and he resolved to find out +what it was. Very cautiously he followed the two men. Bending low, +and keeping under the shadow of the bulwarks, he crept to within a +few feet of the almost invisible group. A friendly coil of rope +near the taffrail gave him additional cover; but the night was so +dark that he ran little risk of being perceived so long as the men +remained stationary. He himself could barely see the tall form of +the Gujarati dimly outlined against the sky.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch16" id="Ch16">Chapter 16</a>: In which a mutiny is +quelled in a minute; and our Babu proves himself a man of war.</h2> +<p>Crouching low, Desmond waited. When the Maratha joined the +groups Fuzl Khan addressed him directly in a low firm tone.</p> +<p>"We are all agreed, Nanna," he said. "You are the only man +wanting to our purpose. This is the fastest grab on the coast. I +know a port where we can get arms and ammunition; with a few good +men (and I know where they can be found), we can make a strong +band, and grow rich upon our spoils."</p> +<p>"But what about the sahib?"</p> +<p>"Wah! We know what these Firangi are like--at least the Angrezi +{English}. They have the heads of pigs: there is no moving them. It +would be vain to ask the young sahib to join us; his mind is set on +getting to Bombay and telling all his troubles to the Company. What +a folly! And what an injustice to us! It would destroy our chance +of making our fortunes, for what would happen? The grab would be +sold; the sahib would take the most of the price; we should get a +small share, not enough to help us to become rovers of the sea and +our own masters."</p> +<p>"The sahib will refuse, then. So be it! But what then shall we +do with him?"</p> +<p>"He will not get the chance of refusing. He will not be +told."</p> +<p>"But he is taking us to Bombay. How then can we work our +will?"</p> +<p>"He thinks he is sailing to Bombay: he will really take us to +Cutch."</p> +<p>"How that, brother?"</p> +<p>"Does he know Bombay? Of a truth no. He is a boy, he has never +sailed these seas. He depends on us. Suppose we come in sight of +Bombay, who will tell him? Nobody. If he asks, we will say it is +some other place: how can he tell? We will run past Bombay until we +are within sight of Cutch: then truly I will do the rest."</p> +<p>The Maratha did not reply. The momentary silence was broken by +Fuzl Khan again.</p> +<p>"See! Put the one thing in the balance against the other: how +does it turn? On the one side the twenty rupees--a pitiful +sum--promised by the sahib: and who knows he will keep his promise? +On the other, a tenth share for each of you in the grab and +whatsoever prey falls to it."</p> +<p>"Then the Babu is to have a share? Of a truth he is a small man, +a hare in spirit; does he merit an equal share with us? We are +elephants to him."</p> +<p>"No. He will have no share. He will go overboard."</p> +<p>"Why, then, what of the tenth share?"</p> +<p>"It will be mine. I shall be your leader and take two."</p> +<p>Desmond had heard enough. The Gujarati was showing himself in +his true colors. His greed was roused, and the chance of setting up +as a pirate on his own account, and making himself a copy of the +man whose prisoner he had been, had prompted this pretty little +scheme. Desmond crept noiselessly away and returned to his +quarters. Not to sleep; he spent the remainder of his watch below +in thinking out his position--in trying to devise some means of +meeting this new and unexpected difficulty. He had not heard what +Fuzl Khan proposed ultimately to do with him. He might share the +Babu's fate: at the best it would appear that he had shaken off one +captivity to fall into the toils of another.</p> +<p>He had heard grim tales of the pirates of the Cambay Gulf; they +were not likely to prove more pleasant masters than the Marathas +farther south, even if they did not prefer to put him summarily out +of the way. His presence among them might prove irksome, and what +would the death of a single English youth matter? He was out of +reach of all of his friends; on the Good Intent none but Bulger and +the New Englander had any real kindness for him, and if Bulger were +to mention at any port that a young English lad was in captivity +with the Pirate, what could be done? Should the projected +expedition against Gheria prove successful, and he not be found +among the European prisoners, it would be assumed that he was no +longer living; and even if the news of his escape became known, it +was absurd to suppose that all India would be searched for him.</p> +<p>The outlook, from any point of view, was gloomy. The Gujarati +had evidently won over the whole ship's company. Were they acting +from the inclination for a rover's life, coupled with the hope of +gain, or had they been jockeyed into mutiny by Fuzl Khan? Desmond +could not tell, nor could he find out without betraying a knowledge +of the plot.</p> +<p>Then he remembered the Babu. He alone had been excepted; the +other men held him in contempt; but despite his weaknesses, for +which he was indeed hardly accountable, Desmond had a real liking +for him; and it was an unpleasant thought that, whatever happened +to himself, if the plot succeeded, Surendra Nath was doomed.</p> +<p>But thinking of this, Desmond saw one ray of hope. He had not +been for long the companion of men of different castes without +picking up a few notions of what caste meant. The Babu was a +Brahman; as a Bengali he had no claim on the sympathies of the +others; but as a Brahman his person to other Hindus was inviolable. +The Marathas were Hindus, and they at least would not willingly +raise their hand against him. Yet Desmond could not be certain on +this point. During his short residence in Gheria he had found that, +in the East as too often in the West, the precepts of religion were +apt to be kept rather in the letter than in the spirit. He had seen +the sacred cow, which no good Hindu would venture to kill for +untold gold, atrociously overworked, and, when too decrepit to be +of further service, left to perish miserably of neglect and +starvation. It might be that although the Marathas would not +themselves lay hands on the Babu, they would be quite content to +look calmly on while a Mohammedan did the work.</p> +<p>At the best, it was Desmond and the Babu against the +crew--hopeless odds, for if it came to a fight the latter would be +worse than useless. Not that Desmond held the man in such scorn as +the men of his own color. Surendra Nath was certainly timid and +slack, physically weak, temperamentally a coward: yet he had shown +gleams of spirit during the escape, and it seemed to Desmond that +he was a man who, having once been induced to enter upon a course, +might prove both constant and loyal. The difficulty now was that, +prostrated by his illness during the storm, he was not at his best; +certainly in no condition to face a difficulty either mental or +physical.</p> +<p>So Desmond resolved not to tell him of the danger impending. He +feared the effect upon his shaken nerves. He would not +intentionally do anything against Desmond's interest, but he could +scarcely fail to betray his anxiety to the conspirators. Feeling +that there was nobody to confide in, Desmond decided that his only +course was to feign ignorance of what was going on, and await +events with what composure he might. Not that he would relax his +watchfulness; on the contrary he was alert and keen, ready to seize +with manful grip the skirts of chance.</p> +<p>Perhaps, he thought, the grab might fall in with a British ship. +But what would that avail? The grab with her extraordinary sailing +powers could show a clean pair of heels to any Indiaman, however +fast, even if he could find an opportunity of signaling for help. +Fuzl Khan, without doubt, would take care that he never had such a +chance.</p> +<p>Turning things over in his mind, and seeing no way out of his +difficulty, he was at length summoned to relieve the Gujarati at +the wheel. It was, he supposed, about four in the morning, and +still pitch dark. When he came to the helm Fuzl Khan was alone: +there was nothing to betray the fact that the plotters had, but +little before, been gathered around him. The lookout, who had left +his post to join the group, had returned forward, and was now being +relieved, like the Gujarati himself.</p> +<p>Desmond exchanged a word or two with the man, and was left alone +at the wheel. His mind was still set on the problem how to +frustrate the scheme of the mutineers. He was convinced that if the +grab once touched shore at any point save Bombay his plight would +be hopeless. But how could he guard against the danger? Even if he +could keep the navigation of the grab entirely in his own hands by +remaining continuously at the helm, he was dependent on the +plotters for information about the coast; to mislead him would be +the easiest thing in the world. But it suddenly occurred to him +that he might gain time by altering the course of the vessel. If he +kept out of sight of land he might increase the chance of some +diversion occurring.</p> +<p>Accordingly he so contrived that the grab lost rather than +gained in her tacks against the light northwest wind now blowing. +None of the men, except possibly the Gujarati, had sufficient +seamanship to detect this manoeuver; he had gone below, and when he +came on deck again he could not tell what progress had been made +during his absence. Only the mainsail, foresail, and one topsail +were set: these were quite enough for the untrained crew to trim in +the darkness--likely to prove too much, indeed, in the event of a +sudden squall. Thus the process of going about was a long and +laborious one, and at the best much way was lost.</p> +<p>Not long after he had begun to act on this idea he was somewhat +concerned to see the serang, who was in charge of the deck watch, +come aft and hang about near the wheel, as though his curiosity had +been aroused. Had he any suspicions? Desmond resolved to address +the man and see what he could infer from the manner of his +reply.</p> +<p>"Is all well, serang?"</p> +<p>"All well, sahib," answered the man. He stopped, and seemed to +hesitate whether to say more; but after a moment or two he moved +slowly away.</p> +<p>Desmond watched him. Had he discovered the trick? Would he go +below and waken Fuzl Khan? Desmond could not still a momentary +tremor. But the serang did not rejoin his mess mates, nor go below. +He walked up and down the deck alone. Apparently he suspected +nothing.</p> +<p>Desmond felt relieved; but though he was gaining time, he could +but recognize that it seemed likely to profit him little. A +criminal going to execution may step never so slowly across the +prison yard; there is the inexorable gallows at the end, and +certain doom.</p> +<p>Could he not force matters, Desmond wondered? It was evidently +to be a contest, whether of wits or physical strength, between +himself and the Gujarati. Without one or other the vessel could not +be safely navigated; if he could in some way overcome the +ringleader, he felt pretty sure that the crew would accept the +result and all difficulty would be at an end. But how could he gain +so unmistakable an ascendancy? In physical strength Fuzl Khan was +more than his match: there was no doubt of the issue of a struggle +if it were a matter of sheer muscular power.</p> +<p>For a moment he thought of attempting to enlist the Marathas on +his side. They were Hindus; the Gujarati was a Muslim; and they +must surely feel that, once he was among his co-religionists in +Cutch, in some pirate stronghold, they would run a very poor chance +of getting fair treatment. But he soon dismissed the idea. The +Gujarati must seem to them much more formidable than the stripling +against whom he was plotting. The Hindu, even more than the average +human being elsewhere, is inclined to attach importance to might +and bulk--even to mere fat. If he sounded the Marathas, and, their +fear of the Gujarati outweighing their inevitable distrust of him +as a Firangi, they betrayed him to curry a little favor, there was +no doubt that the fate both of himself and the Babu would instantly +be decided. He must trust to himself alone.</p> +<p>While he was still anxiously debating the matter with himself +his eye caught the two muskets lashed to the wooden framework +supporting the wheel. He must leave no hostages to fortune. Taking +advantage of a lull in the wind he steadied the wheel with his +body, and with some difficulty drew the charges and dropped them +into the sea. If it came to a tussle the enemy would certainly +seize the muskets; it would be worth something to Desmond to know +that they were not loaded. It was, in truth, but a slight lessening +of the odds against him; and as he restored the weapons to their +place he felt once more how hopeless his position remained.</p> +<p>Thus pondering and puzzling, with no satisfaction, he spent the +full period of his term of duty. At the appointed time Fuzl Khan +came to relieve him. It was now full daylight; but, scanning the +horizon with a restless eye, Desmond saw no sign of land, nor the +sail of any vessel.</p> +<p>"No land yet, sahib?" said the Gujarati, apparently in +surprise.</p> +<p>"No, as you see."</p> +<p>"But you set the course by the stars, sahib?"</p> +<p>"Oh, yes; the grab must have been going slower than we +imagined."</p> +<p>"The wind has not shifted?"</p> +<p>"Very little. I have had to tack several times."</p> +<p>The man grunted, and looked at Desmond, frowning suspiciously, +but Desmond met his glance boldly, and said, as he left to go +below:</p> +<p>"Be sure and have me called the moment you sight land."</p> +<p>He went below, threw himself into his hammock, and being dead +tired, was soon fast asleep.</p> +<p>Some hours later he was called by the Babu.</p> +<p>"Sahib, they say land is in sight at last. I am indeed thankful. +To the landlubber the swell of waves causes nauseating +upheaval."</p> +<p>"'Tis good news indeed," said Desmond, smiling. "Come on deck +with me."</p> +<p>They went up together. The vessel was bowling along under a +brisk southwester, which he found had been blowing steadily almost +from the moment he had left the helm. The land was as yet but a dim +line on the horizon; it was necessary to stand in much closer if +any of the landmarks were to be recognized. He took the wheel; the +shade on the sea line gradually became more definite; and in the +course of an hour they opened up a fort somewhat similar in +appearance to that of Gheria. All the ship's company were now on +deck, looking eagerly shorewards.</p> +<p>"Do you know the place?" asked Desmond of the Gujarati +unconcernedly.</p> +<p>The man gazed at it intently for a minute or so.</p> +<p>"Yes, sahib; it is Suwarndrug," he said. "Is it not, Nanna?"</p> +<p>"Yes, of a truth; it is Suwarndrug; I was there a month ago," +replied the Maratha.</p> +<p>"What do you say, Gulam?" he continued, turning to one of the +Biluchis standing near.</p> +<p>"It is Suwarndrug. I have seen it scores of times. No one can +mistake Suwarndrug. See, there is the hill; and there is the mango +grove. Oh, yes, certainly it is Suwarndrug."</p> +<p>At this moment four grabs were seen beating out of the harbor. +Fuzl Khan uttered an exclamation; then, turning to Desmond, he said +with a note of anxiety:</p> +<p>"It is best to put about at once, sahib. See the grabs! They may +be enemies."</p> +<p>Desmond's heart gave a jump; his pulse beat more quickly under +the stress of a sudden inspiration. He felt convinced that the +fortress was not Suwarndrug; the Gujarati's anxiety to pile up +testimony to the contrary was almost sufficient in itself to prove +that. If not Suwarndrug, it was probably one of Angria's +strongholds, possibly Kulaba. In that case the grabs now beating +out were certainly the Pirate's, and the men knew it.</p> +<p>Here was an opportunity, probably the only one that would occur, +of grappling with the mutiny. The crew would be torn by conflicting +emotions; with the prospect of recapture by Angria their action +would be paralyzed; if he could take advantage of their indecision +he might yet gain the upper hand. It was a risky venture; but the +occasion was desperate. He could afford for the present to neglect +the distant grabs, for none of the vessels on the coast could match +the Tremukji in speed, and bend all his energies upon the more +serious danger on board.</p> +<p>"Surely it can not be Suwarndrug?" he said, with an appearance +of composure that he was far from feeling. "Suwarndrug, you +remember, has been captured. The last news at Gheria was that it +was in the Company's hands, though there was a rumor that it might +be handed over to the Peshwa. We should not now see Angria's grabs +coming out of Suwarndrug. But if it is Suwarndrug, Fuzl Khan, why +put about? As fugitives from Gheria we should be assured of a +welcome at Suwarndrug. We should be as safe there as at +Bombay."</p> +<p>The Gujarati was none too quick witted. He was patently taken +aback, and hesitated for a reply. The grab was standing steadily on +her course shorewards. Desmond was to all appearance unconcerned; +but the crew were looking at one another uneasily, and the +Gujarati's brow was darkening; his fidgetiness increasing. Surendra +Nath was the only man among the natives who showed no anxiety. He +was leaning on the taffrail, gazing almost gloatingly at the land, +and paying no heed to the strange situation around him.</p> +<p>Desmond was watching the Gujarati keenly. The man's manner fully +confirmed his suspicions, and even in the tenseness of the moment +he felt a passing amusement at the big fellow's puzzle-headed +attempts to invent an explanation that would square with the facts. +Failing to hit upon a plausible argument, he began to bluster.</p> +<p>"You, Firangi, heed what I say. It is not for us to run risks: +the hind does not walk open eyed into the tiger's mouth. The grab +must be put about immediately."</p> +<p>"Who is in command?" asked Desmond quietly; "you or I?"</p> +<p>"We share it. I can navigate as well as you."</p> +<p>"You forget our arrangement in Gheria. You agreed that I should +command."</p> +<p>"Yes, but at the pleasure of the rest. We are ten; we will have +our way; the grab must be put about, at once.</p> +<p>"Not by me."</p> +<p>Desmond felt what was coming and braced himself to meet it.</p> +<p>Then things happened with startling rapidity. The Gujarati, with +a yell of rage, made a rush towards the wheel. Knowing what to +expect, Desmond slipped behind it and with a few light steps gained +the deck forward. Fuzl Khan shouted to the serang to take the helm +and steer the vessel out to sea; then set off in headlong pursuit +of Desmond, who had now turned and stood awaiting the attack.</p> +<p>The Gujarati did not even trouble to draw his knife. He plunged +at him like a bull, shouting that he would deal with the pig of a +Firangi as he had dealt with the sentinel at Gheria.</p> +<p>But it was not for nothing that Desmond had fought a dozen +battles for the possession of Clive's desk at school, and a dozen +more for the honor of the school against the town; that his muscles +had been developed by months of hard work at sea and harder work in +the dockyard at Gheria. Deftly dodging the man's blind rush, he +planted his bare feet firmly and threw his whole weight into a +terrific body blow that sent the bigger man with a thud to the +deck. Panting, breathless, trembling with fury, Fuzl Khan sprang to +his feet, caught sight of the muskets, and tearing one from its +fastenings raised it to his shoulder.</p> +<p>Desmond seized the moment with a quickness that spoke volumes +for his will's absolute mastery of his body. As the man pulled the +harmless trigger, Desmond leaped at him; a crashing blow between +the eyes sent him staggering against the wheel; a second while he +tottered brought him limp and almost stunned to the deck.</p> +<p>Meanwhile the crew had looked on for a few breathless moments in +amazement at this sudden turn of affairs. But as the Gujarati fell +Desmond heard a noise behind him. Half turning, he saw Shaik +Abdullah rushing towards him with a marlinspike. The man had him at +a disadvantage, for he was breathless from his tussle with Fuzl +Khan; but at that moment a dark object hurtled through the air, +striking this new antagonist at the back of the head, and hurling +him a lifeless lump into the scuppers.</p> +<p>Desmond looked round in wonderment: who among the crew had thus +befriended him so opportunely? His wonder was not lessened when he +saw the Babu, trembling like a leaf, his eyes blazing, his dusky +face indescribably changed. At the sight of Desmond's peril the +Bengali, forgetting his weakness, exalted above his timidity, had +caught up with both hands a round nine-pounder shot that lay on +deck, and in a sudden strength of fury had hurled it at the +Biluchi. His aim was fatally true; the man was killed on the +spot.</p> +<p>With his eyes Desmond thanked the Babu; there was no time for +words. The hostile grabs were undoubtedly making chase. They had +separated, with the intention of bearing down upon and overhauling +the Tremukji in whatever direction she might flee. Fuzl Khan still +lay helpless upon the deck.</p> +<p>"Secure that man," said Desmond to two of the crew.</p> +<p>He spoke curtly and sternly, with the air of one who expected +his orders to be executed without question; though he felt a touch +of anxiety lest the men should still defy him. But they went about +their task instantly without a word: Desmond's bold stand, and the +swift overthrow of the big Gujarati, had turned the tide in his +favor, and he thrilled with relief and keen pleasure that he was +master of the situation.</p> +<p>While the ringleader of the mutineers was being firmly bound, +Desmond turned to Nanna and said:</p> +<p>"Now, answer me at once. What is that place?"</p> +<p>"It is Kulaba, sahib."</p> +<p>"Where is Kulaba?"</p> +<p>"A few miles south of Bombay, sahib."</p> +<p>"Good. Run up the fore-topsail."</p> +<p>He went to the wheel.</p> +<p>"Thank you, serang. I will relieve you. Go forward and see that +the men crowd on all sail."</p> +<p>The mutiny had been snuffed out; the men went about their work +quietly, with the look of whipped dogs; and barring accidents +Desmond knew that before long he would make Bombay and be safe. +With every stitch of canvas set, the vessel soon showed that she +had the heels of her pursuers. Before she could draw clear, two of +them came within range with their bow chasers, and their shot +whistled around somewhat too close to be comfortable. But she +steadily drew ahead, and ere long it was seen that the four grabs +were being hopelessly outpaced. They kept up the chase for the best +part of an hour, but as they neared the British port they +recognized that they were running into danger and had the +discretion to draw off.</p> +<p>Now that the pursuit was over, Desmond ventured to steer due +northeast, and the coastline became more distinctly visible. It was +about two o'clock in the afternoon, judging by the height of the +sun, when the serang, pointing shorewards, said:</p> +<p>"There is Bombay, sahib."</p> +<p>"You are sure?"</p> +<p>"Yes; I know it by the cluster of palmyra trees. No one can +mistake them."</p> +<p>Moment by moment the town and harbor came more clearly into +view. Desmond saw an extensive castle, a flag flying on its +pinnacled roof, set amid a green mass of jungle and cocoanut +forest, with a few Portuguese-built houses dotted here and there. +In front a narrow jungle-clad island, called, as he afterwards +learned, Old Woman Island, stretched like a spit into the sea. To +the left of the fort, at the head of a small bay, was the Bunder +pier, with the warehouses at the shore end. Still farther to the +left were the docks and the marine yards, and; at the extremity of +the island on which Bombay stands, a frowning bastion.</p> +<p>Feeling that he had now nothing more to fear, Desmond ordered +Fuzl Khan to be cast loose and brought to him. The man wore a look +of sullen surprise, which Desmond cheerfully ignored.</p> +<p>"Now, Fuzl Khan," he said, "we are running into Bombay harbor. +You know the channel?"</p> +<p>The man grunted a surly affirmative.</p> +<p>"Well, you will take the helm, and steer us in to the most +convenient moorings."</p> +<p>He turned away, smiling at the look of utter consternation on +the Gujarati's face. To be trusted after his treacherous conduct +was evidently more than the man could understand. The easy +unconcern with which Desmond walked away had its effect on the +crew. When orders were given to take in sail they carried them out +with promptitude, and Desmond chuckled as he saw them talking to +one another in low tones and discussing him, as he guessed by their +glances in his direction.</p> +<p>The Gujarati performed his work at the helm skilfully, and about +five o'clock, when the sun was setting, casting a romantic glow +over the long straggling settlement, the Tremukji ran to her +anchorage among a host of small craft, within a few cable lengths +of the vessels of Admiral Watson's squadron, which had arrived from +Madras a few weeks before.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch17" id="Ch17">Chapter 17</a>: In which our hero +finds himself among friends; and Colonel Clive prepares to astonish +Angria.</h2> +<p>The entrance of a strange grab had not passed unnoticed. Before +the anchor had been dropped, the harbor master put off in a +toni.</p> +<p>"What grab is that?" he shouted in Urdu, as he came +alongside.</p> +<p>"The Tremukji, sir," replied Desmond in English.</p> +<p>"Eh! what! who in the name of Jupiter are you?"</p> +<p>"You'd better come aboard, sir, and I'll explain," said Desmond +with a smile.</p> +<p>The harbor master mounted the side, rapping out sundry +exclamations of astonishment that amused Desmond not a little.</p> +<p>"Don't talk like a native! H'm! Queer! Turn him inside out! No +nonsense!"</p> +<p>"Well, here I am," he added, stepping up to Desmond. "My name's +Johnson, and I'm harbor master. Now then, explain; no +nonsense."</p> +<p>Desmond liked the look of the little man. He was short and +stout, with a very large red face, a broad turn-up nose, and +childlike blue eyes that bespoke confidence at once.</p> +<p>"My name is Desmond Burke, sir, and I've run away from Gheria in +this grab."</p> +<p>"The deuce you have!"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir. I've been a prisoner there for six months and more, +and we got off a few nights ago in the darkness."</p> +<p>"H'm! Any more Irishmen aboard?"</p> +<p>"Not that I'm aware of, sir."</p> +<p>"And you got away from Gheria, did you? You're the first that +ever I heard did so. Nothing to do with Commodore James, eh?"</p> +<p>"No, sir. I don't know what you mean."</p> +<p>"Why, Commodore James started t'other day to take a good +sea-look at Gheria. There's an expedition getting ready to draw +that rascally Pirate's teeth. You saw nothing of the squadron? No +nonsense, now."</p> +<p>"Not a thing, sir. We were blown out to sea, and I suppose the +commodore passed us in the night."</p> +<p>"H'm! Very likely. And you weathered that storm, did you? +Learned your seamanship, eh?"</p> +<p>"Picked up a little on board the Good Intent, sir. I was ship's +boy aboard."</p> +<p>"Mighty queer ship's boy!" said Mr. Johnson in an audible aside. +"The Good Intent's a villainous interloper; how came you aboard of +her?"</p> +<p>"I was in a sense tricked into it, sir, and when we got to +Gheria Captain Barker and Mr. Diggle, the supercargo, sold me to +Angria."</p> +<p>"Sold you to the Pirate?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> +<p>"And where do you hail from, then?"</p> +<p>"Shropshire, sir; my father was Captain Richard Burke in the +Company's service."</p> +<p>"Jupiter! You're Dick Burke's son! Gad, sir, give me your hand; +I knew Dick Burke; many's the sneaker of Bombay punch we've tossed +off together. No nonsense about Dick; give me your fist.</p> +<p>"And so you sneaked out of Gheria and sailed this grab, eh? +Well, you're a chip of the old block, and a credit to your old dad. +I want to hear all about this. And you'll have to come ashore and +see the governor."</p> +<p>"It's very kind of you, Mr. Johnson, but really I can't appear +before the governor in this rig."</p> +<p>He glanced ruefully at his bare legs and feet and tattered +garments.</p> +<p>"True, you en't very shipshape, but we'll soon alter that. Ever +use a razor?"</p> +<p>"Not yet, sir," replied Desmond with a smile.</p> +<p>"Thought not. Plenty of native barbers. You must get shaved. And +I'll rig you up in a suit of some sort. You must see the governor +at once, and no nonsense."</p> +<p>"What about the grab, sir?"</p> +<p>"Leave that to me. You've got a pretty mixed crew, I see. All +escaped prisoners, too?"</p> +<p>"All but four."</p> +<p>"And not one of 'em to be trusted, I'll swear. Well, I'll put a +crew aboard to take charge. Come along; there's no time to lose. +Colonel Clive goes to bed early."</p> +<p>"Colonel Clive! Is he here?"</p> +<p>"Yes; arrived from home two days ago. Ah! that reminds me; +you're a Shropshire lad; so's he; do you know him?"</p> +<p>"No, sir; I've seen him; I--I--"</p> +<p>Desmond stammered, remembering his unfortunate encounter with +Clive in Billiter Street.</p> +<p>"Well, well," said the harbor master, with a quizzical look; +"you'll see him again. Come along."</p> +<p>Desmond accompanied Mr. Johnson on shore. A crowd had gathered. +There were Sepoys in turban, cabay {cloak}, and baggy drawers; +bearded Arabs; Parsis in their square caps; and a various +assortment of habitues of the shore--crimps, landsharks, badmashes +{bad characters}, bunder {port} gangs. Seeing Desmond hold his nose +at the all-prevailing stench of fish, Mr. Johnson laughed.</p> +<p>"You'll soon get used to that," he said. "'Tis all fish oil and +bummaloes {small fish the size of smelt, known when dried as +'Bombay duck'} in Bombay."</p> +<p>Having sent a trustworthy crew on board the Tremukji, the harbor +master led Desmond to his house near the docks. Here, while a +native barber plied his dexterous razor on Desmond's cheeks and +chin, Mr. Johnson searched through a miscellaneous hoard of clothes +in one of his capacious presses for an outfit. He found garments +that proved a reasonable fit, and Desmond, while dressing, gave a +rapid sketch of his adventures since he left the prison shed in +Gheria.</p> +<p>"My wigs, but you've had a time of it. Mutiny and all! Dash my +buttons, here's a tale for the ladies! Let me look at you. Yes, +you'll do now, and faith you're a pretty fellow. And Dick Burke's +son! You've got his nose to a T; no nonsense about that. Now you're +ready to make your bow to Mr. Bourchier. He's been a coursing match +with Colonel Clive and Mr. Watson {it was customary to use the +title Mr. in speaking to or of both naval and military officers} up +Malabar Hill, and we'll catch him before he sits down to +supper.</p> +<p>"How do you feel inside, by the way? Ready for a decent meal +after the Pirate's pig's wash, eh?"</p> +<p>"I'm quite comfortable inside," said Desmond, smiling, "but, to +tell you the truth, Mr. Johnson, I feel mighty uneasy outside. +After six months of the dhoti these breeches and things seem just +like bandages."</p> +<p>"It en't the first time you've been swaddled, if you had a +mother. Well now, if you're ready. What! That rascal gashed you! +Tuts! 'tis a scratch. Can't wait to doctor that. Come on."</p> +<p>The two made their way into the fort inclosure, and walked +rapidly to the Government House in the center. In answer to Mr. +Johnson the darwan {doorkeeper} at the door said that the governor +would not return that night. After the coursing match he was giving +a supper party at his country house at Parell.</p> +<p>"That's a nuisance. But we can't have any nonsense. The +governor's a bit of an autocrat; too much starch in his shirt, I +say; but we'll go out to Parell and beard him, by Jove! 'Tis only +five miles out, and we'll drive there in under an hour."</p> +<p>Turning away he hurried out past the tank house on to the Green, +and by good luck found an empty shigram {carriage like a palanquin +on wheels} waiting to be hired. Desmond mounted the vehicle with no +little curiosity. These great beasts with their strange humps would +surely not cover five miles in less than an hour. But he was +undeceived when they started. The two sturdy oxen trotted along at +a good pace in obedience to the driver's goad, and the shigram +rattled across Bombay Green, past the church and the whitewashed +houses of the English merchants, their oyster-shell windows already +lit up; and in some forty-five minutes entered a long avenue +leading to Mr. Bourchier's country house. Twice during the course +of the journey Desmond was interested to see the shigramwallah +{wallah is a personal affix, denoting a close connection between +the person and the thing described by the main word. Shigramwallah +thus is carriage driver} pull his team up, dismount, and, going to +their heads, insert his hand in their mouths.</p> +<p>"What does he do that for?" he asked.</p> +<p>"To clear their throats, to be sure. When the beasts go at this +pace they make a terrible lot of foam, and if he didn't swab it out +they'd choke, and no nonsense.</p> +<p>"Well, here we are. Dash my wig, won't his Excellency open his +eyes!"</p> +<p>Since their departure from the fort the sky had become quite +dark. At the end of the avenue they could see the lights of +Governor Bourchier's bungalow, and by and by caught sight of +figures sitting on the veranda. Desmond's heart beat high; he made +no doubt that one of them was Clive; the moment to which he had +looked forward so eagerly was at last at hand. He was in no dream +land; but his dream had come true. He felt a little nervous at the +prospect of meeting men so famous, so immeasurably above him, as +Clive and Admiral Watson; but with Clive he felt a bond of union in +his birthplace, and it was with recovered confidence that he sprang +out of the cart and accompanied Mr. Johnson to the bungalow. He was +further reassured by a jolly laugh that rang out just as he reached +the steps leading up to the veranda.</p> +<p>"Hullo, Johnson," said a voice, "what does this mean?"</p> +<p>"I've come to see the governor, Captain."</p> +<p>"Then you couldn't have come at a worse time. The supper's half +an hour late, and you know what that means to the governor."</p> +<p>Mr. Johnson smiled.</p> +<p>"He'll forget his supper when he has heard my news. 'Tis about +the Pirate."</p> +<p>"What's that?" said another voice. "News of the Pirate?"</p> +<p>"Yes, Mr. Watson. This young gentleman--"</p> +<p>But he was interrupted by the khansaman {butler}, who came out +at this moment and with a salaam announced that supper was +served.</p> +<p>"You'd better come in, Johnson," said the first speaker. "Any +news of the Pirate will be sauce to Mr. Bourchier's goose."</p> +<p>The gentlemen rose from their seats, and went into the house, +followed by Desmond and the harbor master. In a moment Desmond +found himself in a large room brilliantly lighted with candles. In +the center was a round table, and Mr. Bourchier, the governor, was +placing his guests. He did not look very pleasant, and when he saw +Mr. Johnson he said:</p> +<p>"You come at a somewhat unseasonable hour, sir. Can not your +business wait till the morning?"</p> +<p>"I made bold to come, your Excellency, because 'tis a piece of +news the like of which no one in Bombay has ever heard before. This +young gentleman, Mr. Desmond Burke, son of Captain Burke, whom +you'll remember, sir, has escaped from Gheria."</p> +<p>The governor and his guests were by this time seated, and +instantly all eyes were focused on Desmond, and exclamations of +astonishment broke from their lips.</p> +<p>"Indeed! Bring chairs, Hossain."</p> +<p>One of the native attendants left the room noiselessly, and +returning with chairs placed them at the table.</p> +<p>"Sit down, gentlemen. This is amazing news, as you say, Mr. +Johnson. Perhaps Mr. Burke will relate his adventure as we +eat."</p> +<p>Desmond took the chair set for him. The guests were five. Two of +them wore the laced coats of admirals; the taller, a man of +handsome presence, with a round chubby face, large eyes, small full +lips, his head crowned by a neat curled wig, was Charles Watson, in +command of the British fleet; the other was his second, Rear +Admiral Pocock. A third was Richard King, captain of an Indiaman, +in a blue coat with velvet lappets and gold embroidery, buff +waistcoat and breeches. Next him sat a jolly red-faced gentleman in +plain attire, and between him and the governor was Clive himself, +whose striking face--the lawyer's brow, the warrior's nose and +chin, the dreamer's mouth--would have marked him out in any +company.</p> +<p>Desmond began his story. The barefooted attendants moved quietly +about with the dishes, but the food was almost neglected as the six +gentlemen listened to the clear low voice telling of the escape +from the fort, the capture of the grab, and the eventful voyage to +Bombay harbor.</p> +<p>"By George! 'tis a famous adventure," exclaimed Admiral Watson, +when the story was ended. "What about this Pirate's den? Gheria +fort is said to be impregnable; what are the chances if we attack, +eh? The approaches to the harbor, now; do you know the depth of the +water?"</p> +<p>"Vessels can stand in to three fathoms water, sir. Seven fathoms +is within point-blank shot of the fort. The walls are about fifty +feet high; there are twenty-seven bastions, and they mount more +than two hundred guns."</p> +<p>"And the opposite shore?"</p> +<p>"A flat tableland, within distance for bombarding. A diversion +might be made from there while the principal attack could be +carried on in the harbor, or from a hill south of the fort."</p> +<p>"Is the landing easy?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir. There are three sandy bays under the hill, without +any surf to make landing difficult. One is out of the line of fire +from the fort."</p> +<p>"And what about the land side? There's a town, is there +not?"</p> +<p>"On a neck of land, sir. There's a wall, but nothing to keep out +a considerable force. If an attack were made from that side the +people would, I think, flock into the fort."</p> +<p>"And is that as strong as rumor says?"</p> +<p>"'Tis pretty strong, sir; there are double walls, and thick +ones; they'd stand a good battering."</p> +<p>"It seems to me, Admiral," said the red-faced gentleman with a +laugh, "that you've learned all you sent Commodore James to find +out.</p> +<p>"What do you say, Mr. Clive?"</p> +<p>"It seems so, Mr. Merriman. But I think, Mr. Watson, in our +eagerness to learn something of Gheria, we must seem somewhat +cavalier to this lad, whose interest in our plans cannot be equal +to our own.</p> +<p>"You have shown, sir," he added, addressing Desmond, "great +spirit and courage, not less ingenuity, in your daring escape from +the Pirate. But I want to go farther back. How came you to fall +into the Pirate's hands? You have told us only part of your +story."</p> +<p>"Yes, indeed," said Mr. Bourchier. "If you are not tired, we +shall be vastly pleased to hear more, Mr. Burke."</p> +<p>"Your name is Burke?" interrupted Clive. "I had not before +caught it. May I ask what part of Ireland you come from, sir? +Pardon me, but your accent smacks more of Shropshire than of County +Dublin."</p> +<p>"'Tis Shropshire, sir; I come from Market Drayton."</p> +<p>("Like yourself!" his glowing cheeks and flashing eyes seemed to +say. This was the proudest moment in Desmond's life as yet.)</p> +<p>"I was not mistaken," said Clive. "I remember a schoolfellow of +mine of your name; let me see--"</p> +<p>"Richard Burke, sir, my brother; my father was Captain Burke in +the Company's service."</p> +<p>"Sure I have it now. I remember him: a tall, fine old sea dog +whom I saw at times in Market Drayton when I was a child. I had a +great awe of Captain Burke--i'faith, the only man I was afraid of. +And you are his son!--But come, I am interrupting your story."</p> +<p>Desmond spoke of his longing for adventure, which had led him to +leave home in search of fortune. He glossed over his brother's ill +treatment. He told how he had been inveigled on board the Good +Intent, and handed over to Angria when the vessel arrived at +Gheria. He mentioned no names except that of Captain Barker, though +he could not have explained his motive in keeping silence about +Diggle.</p> +<p>"Barker is a villain, ripe for the gallows," said Captain King. +"But, Mr. Burke, I don't understand how you came to be so +hoodwinked in London. Sure you must have known that a boy without +an ounce of experience would never be made supercargo. Had you any +enemies in London?"</p> +<p>"I didn't know that I had, sir, till the Good Intent had sailed. +I was deceived, but the man who promised me the berth was very +friendly, and I didn't suspect him."</p> +<p>"It was not Barker, then?"</p> +<p>"No, sir; it was a man I met at Market Drayton."</p> +<p>"At Market Drayton?" said Clive. "That's odd. What was his +name?"</p> +<p>"His name was Diggle, and--"</p> +<p>"A stranger? I remember no one of that name," said Clive.</p> +<p>"I thought he was a stranger, sir; but of late I have begun to +suspect he was not such a stranger as he seemed."</p> +<p>"How did you meet him?"</p> +<p>"Accidentally, sir, the night of your banquet in Market +Drayton."</p> +<p>"Indeed! 'Tis all vastly curious. Was he lodging in the +town?"</p> +<p>"He came in from Chester that night and lodged at the Four +Alls."</p> +<p>"With that disreputable sot Grinsell!" Clive paused. "Did he +tell you anything about himself?"</p> +<p>"Very little, sir, except that he'd been unlucky. I think he +mentioned once that he was a fellow at a Cambridge college, but he +spoke to me most about India."</p> +<p>As he put his questions Clive leaned forward, and seemed to +become more keenly interested with every answer. He now turned and +gave a hard look at the bluff man whom he had called Mr. Merriman. +The rest of the company were silent.</p> +<p>"Do you happen to know whether he went up to the Hall?" asked +Clive.</p> +<p>"Sir Willoughby's? I met him several times walking in that +neighborhood, but I don't think he went to the Hall. He did not +appear to know Sir Willoughby.--And yet, sir, I remember now that I +heard Diggle and Grinsell talking about the squire the night I +first saw them together at the Four Alls."</p> +<p>"And you were with this--Diggle, in London, Mr. Burke?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> +<p>Desmond began to feel uncomfortable. Clive had evidently not +recognized him before, and he was hoping that the unfortunate +incident in Billiter Street would not be recalled. Clive's next +words made him wish to sink into the floor.</p> +<p>"Do you remember, Mr. Burke, in London, throwing yourself in the +way of a gentleman that was in pursuit of your friend Mr. Diggle, +and bringing him to the ground?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir, I did, and I am sorry for it."</p> +<p>Desmond did not like the grim tone of Clive's voice; he wished +he would address him as "my lad" instead of "Mr. Burke."</p> +<p>"That was a bad start, let me say, Mr. Burke--an uncommonly bad +start."</p> +<p>"Oh come, Mr. Clive!" broke in Mr. Merriman, "say no more about +that. The boy was in bad company: 'twas not his fault. In truth, +'twas my own fault: I am impetuous; the sight of that scoundrel was +too much for me.</p> +<p>"I bear you no grudge, my lad, though I had a bump on my head +for a week afterwards. Had you not tripped me I should have run my +rapier through the villain, and there would like have been an end +of me."</p> +<p>"Shall I tell the boy, Mr. Merriman?" said Clive.</p> +<p>"Not now, not now," said Merriman quickly.</p> +<p>The other gentlemen, during this dialogue, had been discussing +the information they had gained about Gheria fort.</p> +<p>"Well," said Clive, "you are lucky, let me tell you, Mr. Burke, +to be out of this Diggle's clutches. By the way, have you seen him +since he sold you to the Pirate?"</p> +<p>"He came a few days before I escaped, and wanted me to come here +as a spy. Angria promised me my freedom and a large sum of +money."</p> +<p>"What's that?" cried Merriman. "Wanted you to come as a +spy?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> +<p>"And what did you say?"</p> +<p>"I told him he might do it himself."</p> +<p>"A palpable hit!" said Merriman with a grim laugh, "and a very +proper answer. But he'll have more respect for his skin."</p> +<p>"Gentlemen," said Mr. Bourchier, "we have kept Mr. Burke talking +so much that he hasn't had a mouthful of food. I think we might go +out on the veranda and smoke our cigars while he takes some +supper.</p> +<p>"Mr. Johnson, you've done most justice to my viands, I think. +Perhaps you will join us."</p> +<p>The harbor master became purple in the face. He had in fact been +eating and drinking with great gusto, taking advantage of the +preoccupation of the company to insure that the excellent fare +should not be wasted. He rose hurriedly and, with a sheepish look +that scarcely fitted his cheerful features, followed his sarcastic +host to the veranda. All the guests save Mr. Merriman accompanied +Mr. Bourchier.</p> +<p>"They all want to talk shop; this expedition against the +Pirate," said Mr. Merriman. "You and I can have a little chat."</p> +<p>Desmond was attracted by the open face of his new acquaintance, +slightly disfigured, as he noticed, by a long scar on the left +temple.</p> +<p>"You're plucky and lucky," continued Merriman, "and in spite of +what Mr. Clive calls your bad start in bowling me over, you'll do +well."</p> +<p>His face clouded as he went on.</p> +<p>"That man Diggle: why should he have sold you to the Pirate: +what had he against you?"</p> +<p>"I can not imagine, sir."</p> +<p>"You are lucky to have escaped him, as Mr. Clive said. I +think--yes, I will tell you about him. His name is not Diggle; it +is Simon Peloti. He is a nephew of Sir Willoughby's. His mother +married a Greek, against her brother's wish; the man died when the +child was a year old. As a boy Peloti was as charming a little +fellow as one could wish: handsome, high spirited, clever. He did +well at school, and afterwards at Cambridge: won a fellowship +there. Then he went to the dogs--not all at once; men never do. He +was absolutely without principle, and thought of nothing but his +own ease and success. One thing led to another; at last, in the +forty-five--"</p> +<p>He paused. After a moment he went on:</p> +<p>"I had a brother, my lad--"</p> +<p>He stopped again, his face expressing poignant grief.</p> +<p>"I know, sir," said Desmond. "Sir Willoughby told me."</p> +<p>"He told you! He did not mention Peloti?"</p> +<p>"No, sir; but I see it all now. It was Diggle--Peloti, I +mean--who betrayed your brother. I understand now why the squire +took no steps against Grinsell. His accomplice was Diggle."</p> +<p>He related the incident of the house breakers.</p> +<p>"Yes," said Merriman, "that throws a light on things. Peloti, I +imagine, had previously seen the squire, and tried to get money +from him. Sir Willoughby refused: he gave him a thousand pounds ten +years ago on condition he left the country and did not return. So +the villain resolved to rob him. 'Twas fortunate indeed you +appeared in time. That is the reason for his hating you."</p> +<p>"There was another, sir," said Desmond with some hesitation. "He +thought I was hankering after the squire's property--aiming at +becoming his heir. 'Twas ridiculous, sir; such an idea never +entered my head."</p> +<p>"I see. Peloti came to India and got employment in the Company's +service at Madras. But he behaved so badly that he had to be turned +out--he said Mr. Clive hounded him out. What became of him after +that I don't know. But let us leave the miserable subject. Tell me, +what are your ideas? What are you going to do, now that you are a +free man once more? Get another berth as supercargo?"</p> +<p>His eyes twinkled as he said this.</p> +<p>"No, thank you, sir; once bit twice shy. I haven't really +thought of anything definite, but what I should like best of all +would be a cadetship under Colonel Clive."</p> +<p>"Soho! You're a fighter, are you? But of course you are; I have +reason to know that. Well, we'll see what my friend Mr. Clive says. +You've no money, I suppose?"</p> +<p>"Not a half penny, sir; but if the governor will admit that the +grab is my lawful prize, I thought of selling her; that will bring +me a few pounds."</p> +<p>"Capital idea. Punctilio won't stand in the way of that, I +should think. Well now, I'll speak to Mr. Clive for you, but don't +build too much on it. He cannot give you a commission, I fear, +without the authority of the governor of Madras; and though no +doubt a word from him would be effectual, he's a very particular +man, and you'll have to prove you're fit for a soldier's life.</p> +<p>"Meanwhile, what do you say to this? I've taken a fancy to you. +I'm a merchant; trade pays better than soldiering, in general. I've +got ships of my own, and I dare say I could find a berth for you on +one of them. You seem to know something of navigation?"</p> +<p>"Very little, sir; just what I picked up on the Good +Intent."</p> +<p>"Well, that's a beginning. I've no doubt that Admiral Watson +will wish you to go to Gheria with him: your knowledge of the place +will be useful. He won't start for a month or two: why not occupy +the time in improving your navigation, so that if there are +difficulties about a cadetship you'll be competent for a mate's +berth? Nothing like having two strings to your bow. What do you say +to that?"</p> +<p>"'Tis very good of you, sir; I accept with pleasure."</p> +<p>"That's right. Now when you've finished that curry we'll go out +on the veranda. Before you came they were talking of nothing but +their dogs; but I wager 'tis nothing but the Pirate now."</p> +<p>They soon rejoined the other gentlemen.</p> +<p>"Come, Mr. Burke," said Admiral Watson, "we've been talking over +the information you've given us. You've nothing to do, I +suppose?"</p> +<p>"I've just suggested that he should read up navigation, Mr. +Watson," said Merriman.</p> +<p>"You're a wizard, Mr. Merriman. I was proposing to engage Mr. +Burke to accompany us on our expedition against the Pirate. He can +make himself useful when we get to Gheria. We'll see how James' +information tallies with his.</p> +<p>"You won't object to serve his Majesty, Mr. Burke?"</p> +<p>"'Tis what I should like best in the world, sir."</p> +<p>"Very well. Meanwhile learn all you can; Captain King here will +take charge of you, I've no doubt."</p> +<p>"Certainly, Mr. Watson."</p> +<p>"You will give Mr. Burke quarters for the present, Mr. Johnson?" +said Merriman.</p> +<p>"To be sure. And as 'tis late we'd better be going.</p> +<p>"Good night, your Excellency; good night, gentlemen."</p> +<p>Early next day Admiral Watson himself rode down to the harbor to +inspect the grab. He was so much pleased with her that he offered +to buy her for the service. Before the day was out Desmond found +himself in possession of seven thousand rupees. After paying the +Marathas the wages agreed upon, he proceeded to divide the balance. +He retained two shares for himself, and gave each of the men who +had escaped with him an equal part.</p> +<p>No one was more surprised than Fuzl Khan when he received his +share in full. He had expected to get the punishment he knew he +well deserved. But Desmond, against the advice of the harbor +master, determined to overlook the man's misconduct. He went +further. At his request Admiral Watson gave him a place on the +grab. The Gujarati seemed overwhelmed by this generosity on the +part of a man he had wronged, and for the nonce breaking through +his usual morose reserve, he thanked Desmond, awkwardly indeed, but +with manifest sincerity.</p> +<p>The other men were no less delighted with their good fortune. +The sums they received made them rich men for life. None was more +elated than Surendra Nath. It happened that Mr. Merriman came on +board to see the grab at the moment when Desmond was distributing +the prize money. Desmond noticed a curious expression on the Babu's +face, and he was compelled to laugh when the man, after a moment's +hesitation, walked up to Mr. Merriman, and with a strange mixture +of humility and importance said:</p> +<p>"I wish you a very good morning, your Honor."</p> +<p>"Good gad!--Surendra Nath Chuckerbutti! I'm uncommonly glad to +see you."</p> +<p>He shook hands warmly, a mark of condescension which made the +Babu beam with gratification.</p> +<p>"Why," continued Merriman, "we'd given you up for dead long ago. +So you're the plucky and ingenious fellow who did so much to help +Mr. Burke in the famous escape!</p> +<p>"Surendra Nath was one of my best clerks, Mr. Burke. His father +is my head clerk for Company's business.</p> +<p>"He hasn't been the same man since you disappeared. You must +tell me your story. Come up to Mr. Bowman's house on the Green +tonight; I am staying there."</p> +<p>"I shall be most glad to return to my desk in Calcutta, your +Honor," said the Babu. "But I do not like the sea. It has no +sympathy with me. I think of accomplishing the journey by +land."</p> +<p>"Good heavens, man! it would take you a year at the least, if +you weren't swallowed by a tiger or strangled by a Thug on the way. +You'll have to go by water, as you came."</p> +<p>The Babu's face fell.</p> +<p>"That is the fly in the ointment, your Honor. But I will chew +majum and bestow myself in the cabin; thus perhaps I may avoid +squeamishness. By the kindness of Burke Sahib I have a modicum of +money, now a small capital; and I hope, with your Honor's +permission, to do trifling trade for myself."</p> +<p>"Certainly," said Merriman with a laugh. "You'll be a rich man +yet, Surendra Nath. Well, don't forget; you'll find me at Mr. +Bowman's on the Green at eight o'clock."</p> +<h2><a name="Ch18" id="Ch18">Chapter 18</a>: In which Angria is +astonished; and our hero begins to pay off old scores.</h2> +<p>Time sped quickly. Desmond made the best use of his +opportunities of learning navigation under Captain King and the +harbor master, and before two months had expired was pronounced fit +to act as mate on the finest East Indiaman afloat. He took this +with a grain of salt. The fact was that his adventures, the modesty +with which he deprecated all allusions to his part in the escape +from Gheria, and the industry with which he worked, won him the +goodwill of all; he was a general favorite with the little European +community of Bombay.</p> +<p>Apart from his study, he found plenty to interest him in his +spare moments. The strange mixture of people, the temples and +pagodas, the towers of silence on which the Parsees exposed their +dead, the burning pyres of the Hindus on the beach, the gaunt +filthy fakirs {religious mendicant (Mohammedan)} and jogis who +whined and told fortunes in the streets for alms, the exercising of +the troops, the refitting and careening of Admiral Watson's +ships--all this provided endless matter for curiosity and +amusement.</p> +<p>One thing disappointed him. Not once during the two months did +he come in contact with Clive. Mr. Merriman remained in Bombay, +awaiting the arrival of a vessel of his from Muscat; but Desmond +was loath to ask him whether he had sounded Clive about a +cadetship. As a matter of fact Mr. Merriman had mentioned the +matter at once.</p> +<p>"Patience, Merriman," was Clive's reply. "I have my eye on the +youngster."</p> +<p>And with that the merchant, knowing his friend, was very well +content; but he kept his own counsel.</p> +<p>At length, one day in the first week of February, 1756, Desmond +received a summons to visit the admiral. His interview was brief. +He was directed to place himself under the orders of Captain Latham +on the Tyger; the fleet was about to sail.</p> +<p>It was a bright, cool February morning; cool, that is, for +Bombay, when the vessels weighed anchor and sailed slowly out of +the harbor. All Bombay lined the shores: natives of every hue and +every mode of attire; English merchants; ladies fluttering white +handkerchiefs. Such an expedition had never been undertaken against +the noted Pirate before, and the report of Commodore James, +confirming the information brought by Desmond, had given the +authorities good hope that this pest of the Malabar coast was at +last to be destroyed.</p> +<p>It was an inspiriting sight as the vessels, rounding the point, +made under full sail to the south. There were six line-of-battle +ships, six Company's vessels, five bomb ketches, four Maratha +grabs--one of them Angria's own grab, the Tremukji, on which +Desmond had escaped--and forty gallivats. The Tyger led the van. +Admiral Watson's flag was hoisted on the Kent, Admiral Pocock's on +the Cumberland. On board the fleet were two hundred European +soldiers, three hundred Sepoys, and three hundred Topasses--mainly +half-caste Portuguese in the service of the Company, owing their +name to the topi {hat} they wore. To cooperate with this force a +land army of twelve thousand Marathas, horse and foot, under the +command of Ramaji Punt, one of the Peshwa's generals, had been for +some time investing the town of Gheria.</p> +<p>At this time of year the winds were so slight and variable that +it was nearly a week before the fleet arrived off Gheria. When the +bastions of the fort hove into sight Desmond could not help +contrasting his feelings with those of two months before.</p> +<p>"Like the look of your cage, Mr. Burke?" asked Captain Latham at +his elbow.</p> +<p>"I was just thinking of it, sir," said Desmond. "It makes a very +great difference when you're outside the bars."</p> +<p>"And we'll break those bars before we're much older, or I'm a +Dutchman."</p> +<p>But at this moment the signal to heave-to was seen flying at the +masthead of the Kent. Before the vessels had anchored one of the +grabs left the main fleet and ran into the harbor. It bore a +message from Admiral Watson to Tulaji Angria, summoning him to +surrender. The answer returned was that if the admiral desired to +be master of the fort he must take it by force, as Angria was +resolved to defend it to the last extremity.</p> +<p>The ships remained at anchor outside the harbor during the +night. Next morning a boat put off from the town end of the fort +conveying several of Angria's relatives and some officers of Ramaji +Punt's army. It by and by became known that Tulaji Angria, leaving +his brother in charge of the fort, had given himself up to Ramaji +Punt, and was now a prisoner in his camp. The visitors had come +ostensibly to view the squadron, but really to discover what were +Admiral Watson's intentions in regard to the disposal of the fort, +supposing it fell into his hands. The admiral saw through the +device, which was no doubt to hand the fort over to the Peshwa's +general, and so balk the British of their legitimate prize.</p> +<p>Admiral Watson made short work of the visitors. He told them +that if Angria would surrender his fort peaceably he and his family +would be protected; but that the fort he must have. They pleaded +for a few days' grace, but the admiral declined to wait a single +day. If the fort was not immediately given up he would sail in and +attack it.</p> +<p>It was evident that hostilities could not be avoided. About one +in the afternoon Captain Henry Smith of the Kingfisher sloop was +ordered to lead the way, and Desmond was sent to join him.</p> +<p>"What is the depth under the walls, Mr. Burke?" the captain +asked him.</p> +<p>"Three and a half fathoms, sir--deep enough to float the biggest +of us."</p> +<p>The sloop weighed anchor, and stood in before the afternoon +breeze. It was an imposing sight as the fleet formed in two +divisions and came slowly in their wake. Each ship covered a bomb +ketch, protecting the smaller vessels from the enemy's fire. +Desmond himself was kept very busy, going from ship to ship as +ordered by signals from the Kent, and assisting each captain in +turn to navigate the unfamiliar harbor.</p> +<p>It was just two o'clock when the engagement began with a shot +from the fort at the Kingfisher. The shot was returned, and a +quarter of an hour later, while the fleet was under full sail, the +Kent flew the signal for a general action. One by one the vessels +anchored at various points opposite the fortifications, and soon a +hundred and fifty guns were blazing away at the massive bastions +and curtains, answered vigorously by Angria's two hundred and +fifty.</p> +<p>Desmond was all excitement. The deafening roar of the guns, the +huge columns of smoke that floated heavily over the fort, and +sometimes enveloped the vessels, the bray of trumpets, the beating +of tom toms, the shouts of men, set his blood tingling: and though +he afterwards witnessed other stirring scenes, he never forgot the +vivid impression of the fight at Gheria.</p> +<p>About three o'clock a shell set fire to one of the Pirate's +grabs--one that had formerly been taken by him from the Company. +Leaving its moorings, it drifted among the main pirate fleet of +grabs which still lay lashed together where Desmond had last seen +them by the blaze of the burning gallivats. They were soon alight. +The fire spread rapidly to the dockyard, caught the unfinished +grabs on the stocks, and before long the whole of Angria's shipping +was a mass of flame.</p> +<p>Meanwhile the bombardment had made little impression on the +fortifications, and it appeared to the admiral that time was being +wasted. Accordingly he gave orders to elevate the guns and fire +over the walls into the interior of the fort. A shell from one of +the bomb ketches fell plump into one of the outhouses of the palace +and set it on fire. Fanned by the west wind, the flames spread to +the arsenal and the storehouse, licking up the sheds and smaller +buildings until they reached the outskirts of the city. The +crackling of flames was now mingled with the din of artillery, and +as dusk drew on, the sky was lit up over a large space with the red +glow of burning. By half-past six the guns on the bastions had been +silenced, and the admiral gave the signal to cease fire.</p> +<p>Some time before this a message reached Captain Smith ordering +him to send Desmond at once on board the Kent. When he stepped on +deck he found Admiral Watson in consultation with Clive. It +appeared that during the afternoon a cloud of horsemen had been +observed hovering on a hill eastward of the city, and being by no +means sure of the loyalty of the Maratha allies, Clive had come to +the conclusion that it was time to land his troops. But it was +important that the shore and the neck of land east of the fort +should be reconnoitered before the landing was attempted. The +groves might, for all he knew, be occupied by the Pirate's troops +or by those of Ramaji Punt, and Clive had had enough experience of +native treachery to be well on his guard.</p> +<p>"I am going to send you on a somewhat delicate mission, Mr. +Burke," he said. "You know the ground. I want you to go quickly on +shore and see first of all whether there is safe landing for us, +and then whether the ground between the town and the fort is +occupied. Be quick and secret; I need waste no words. Mr. Watson +has a boat's crew ready."</p> +<p>"I think, sir," said Desmond, "that it will hardly be necessary, +perhaps not advisable, to take a boat's crew from this ship. If I +might have a couple of natives, there would be a good deal less +risk in getting ashore."</p> +<p>"Certainly. But there is no time to spare; indeed, if you are +not back in a couple of hours I shall land at once. But I should +like to know what we have to expect. You had better get a couple of +men from the nearest grab."</p> +<p>"The Tremukji is only a few cable lengths away, sir, and there's +a man on board who knows the harbor. I will take him, with your +permission."</p> +<p>"Very well. Good luck go with you."</p> +<p>Desmond saluted, and stepping into the boat which had rowed him +to the Kent, he was quickly conveyed to the grab. In a few minutes +he left this in a skiff accompanied only by Fuzl Khan and a lascar. +Not till then did he explain what he required of them. The Gujarati +seemed overcome by the selection of himself for this mission.</p> +<p>"You are kind to me, sahib," he said. "I do not deserve it; but +I will serve you to my life's end."</p> +<p>There was in the man's tone a fervency which touched Desmond at +the time, and which he had good cause afterwards to remember.</p> +<p>A quarter of an hour after Desmond quitted the deck of the Kent, +he was put ashore at a sandy bay at the farther extremity of the +isthmus, hidden from the fort by a small clump of mango trees.</p> +<p>"Now, Fuzl Khan," he said, "you will wait here for a few minutes +till it is quite dark, then you will row quickly along the shore +till you come to within a short distance of the jetty. I am going +across the sand up toward the fort, and will come round to +you."</p> +<p>He stepped over the soft sand towards the trees and was lost to +sight. The bombardment had now ceased, and though he heard a +confused noise from the direction of the fort, there was no sound +from the town, and he concluded that the people had fled either +into the fort or away into the country. It appeared at present that +the whole stretch of land between the town and the fort was +deserted.</p> +<p>He had not walked far when he was startled by hearing, as he +fancied, a stealthy footstep following him. Gripping in his right +hand the pistol he had brought as a precaution, and with the left +loosening his sword in its scabbard, he faced round with his back +to the wall of a shed in which Angria's ropes were made, and +waited, listening intently. But the sound, slight as it was, had +ceased. Possibly it had been made by some animal, though that +seemed scarcely likely: the noise and the glare from the burning +buildings must surely have scared away all the animals in the +neighborhood. Finding that the sound was not repeated, he went on +again. Some minutes later, his ears on the stretch, he fancied he +caught the same soft furtive tread: but when he stopped and +listened and heard nothing, he believed that he must have been +mistaken, and set it down as an echo of his own excitement.</p> +<p>Stepping warily, he picked his way through the darkness, faintly +illuminated by the distant glow of the conflagration. He skirted +the dockyard, and drew nearer to the walls of the courtyard +surrounding the fort, remembering how, nearly twelve months before, +he had come almost the same way from the jetty with the decoy +message from Captain Barker. Then he had been a source of amusement +to crowds of natives as he passed on his way to the palace; now the +spot was deserted, and but for the noises that reached him from +distant quarters he might have thought himself the sole living +creature in that once populous settlement.</p> +<p>He had now reached the outer wall, which was separated from the +fort only by the wide compound dotted here and there with palm +trees. It was clear that no force, whether of the Pirate's men or +of Ramaji Punt's, held the ground between the shore and the fort. +All the fighting men had without doubt been withdrawn within the +walls. His mission was accomplished.</p> +<p>It had been his intention to make his way back by a shorter cut +along the outer wall, by the west side of the dockyard, until he +reached the shore near the jetty. But standing for a moment under +the shade of a palm tree, he hesitated to carry out his plan, for +the path he meant to follow must be lit up along its whole course +by a double glare: from the blazing buildings inside the fort, and +from the burning gallivats in the dockyard and harbor.</p> +<p>He was on the point of retracing his steps when, looking over +the low wall towards the fort, he saw two dark figures approaching, +moving swiftly from tree to tree, as if wishing to escape +observation. It was too late to move now; if he left the shelter of +the palm tree he would come distinctly into view of the two men, +and it would be unwise to risk anything that would delay his return +to Clive. Accordingly he kept well in the shadow and waited. The +stealthy movements of the men suggested that they were fugitives, +eager to get away with whole skins before the fort was stormed.</p> +<p>They came to the last of the palm trees within the wall, and +paused there for a brief space. A few yards of open ground +separated them from the gate. Desmond watched curiously, then with +some anxiety, for it suddenly struck him that the men were making +for him, and that he had actually been shadowed from his landing +place by someone acting, strange as it seemed, in collusion with +them. On all accounts it was necessary to keep close.</p> +<p>Suddenly he saw the men leave the shelter of their tree and run +rapidly across the ground to the gate. Having reached it, they +turned aside into the shadow of the wall and stood as if to recover +breath. Desmond had kept his eyes upon them all the time. +Previously, in the shade of the trees, their faces had not been +clearly distinguishable; but while now invisible from the fort, +they were lit up by the glow from the harbor. It was with a shock +of surprise that he recognized in the fugitives the overseer of the +dockyard, whose cruelties he had so good reason to remember, and +Marmaduke Diggle, as he still must call him.</p> +<p>The sight of the latter set his nerves tingling; his fingers +itched to take some toll for the miseries he had endured through +Diggle's villainy. But he checked his impulse to rush forward and +confront the man. Single-handed he could not cope with both the +fugitives; and though, if he had been free, he might have cast all +prudence from him in his longing to bring the man to book, he +recollected his duty to Clive and remained in silent rage beneath +the tree.</p> +<p>All at once he heard a rustle behind him, a low growl like that +of an animal enraged; and almost before he was aware of what was +happening a dark figure sprang past him, leaped over the ground +with the rapidity of a panther, and threw himself upon the overseer +just as with Diggle he was beginning to move towards the town. +There was a cry from each man, and the red light falling upon the +face of the assailant, Desmond saw with amazement that it was the +Gujarati, whom he had supposed to be rowing along the shore to meet +him.</p> +<p>He had hardly recognized the man before he saw that he was at +deadly grips with the overseer, both snarling like wild beasts. +There was no time for thought, for Diggle, momentarily taken aback +by the sudden onslaught, had recovered himself and was making with +drawn sword toward the two combatants, who in their struggle had +moved away from him.</p> +<p>Desmond no longer stayed to weigh possibilities or count risks. +It was clear that Fuzl Khan's first onslaught had failed; had he +got home, the overseer, powerful as he was, must have been killed +on the spot. In the darkness the Gujarati's knife had probably +missed its aim. He had now two enemies to deal with, and but for +intervention he must soon be overcome and slain.</p> +<p>Drawing his sword, Desmond sprang from the tree and dashed +across the open, reaching the scene of the struggle just in the +nick of time to strike up Diggle's weapon ere it sheathed itself in +the Gujarati's side. Diggle turned with a startled oath, and seeing +who his assailant was, he left his companion to take care of +himself, and faced Desmond, a smile of anticipated triumph +wreathing his lips.</p> +<p>No word was spoken. Diggle lunged, and Desmond at that moment +knew that he was at a perilous crisis of his life. The movements of +the practised swordsman could not be mistaken; he himself had +little experience; all that he could rely on was his quick eye and +the toughness of his muscles. He gave back, parrying the lunge, +tempted to use his pistol upon his adversary. But now that the +cannonading had ceased the shot might be heard by some of the +Pirate's men, and before he could escape he might be beset by a +crowd of ruffians against whom he would have no chance at all. He +could but defend himself with his sword and hope that Diggle might +overreach himself in his fury and give him an opportunity to get +home a blow.</p> +<p>Steel struck upon steel; the sparks flew; and the evil smile +upon Diggle's face became fixed as he saw that Desmond was no match +for him in swordsmanship. But it changed when he found that though +his young opponent's science was at fault, his strength and +dexterity, his wariness in avoiding a close attack, served him in +good stead. Impatient to finish the fight, he took a step forward, +and lunged so rapidly that Desmond could hardly have escaped his +blade but for an accident. There was a choking sob to his right, +and just as Diggle's sword was flashing towards him a heavy form +fell against the blade and upon Desmond. In the course of their +deadly struggle the Gujarati and the overseer had shifted their +ground, and at this moment, fortunately for Desmond, Fuzl Khan had +driven his knife into his old oppressor's heart.</p> +<p>But the same accident that saved Desmond's life gave Diggle an +opportunity of which he was quick to avail himself. Before Desmond +could recover his footing, Diggle shortened his arm and was about +to drive his sword through the lad's heart. The Gujarati saw the +movement. Springing in with uplifted knife, he attempted to turn +the blade. He succeeded; he struck it upwards; but the force with +which he had thrown himself between the two swordsmen was his +undoing. Unable to check his rush, he received the point of +Diggle's sword in his throat. With a terrible cry he raised his +hands to clutch his assailant; but his strength failed him; he +swayed, tottered, and fell gasping at Desmond's feet, beside the +lifeless overseer.</p> +<p>Desmond saw that the turn of fortune had given the opportunity +to him. He sprang forward as Diggle tried to recover his sword; +Diggle gave way: and before he could lift his dripping weapon to +parry the stroke, Desmond's blade was through his forearm. Panting +with rage, he sought with his left hand to draw his pistol; but +Desmond was beforehand with him. He caught his arm, wrenched the +pistol from him, and, breathless with his exertions, said:</p> +<p>"You are my prisoner."</p> +<p>"'Tis fate, my young friend," said Diggle, with all his old +blandness; Desmond never ceased to be amazed at the self command of +this extraordinary man. "I have let some blood, I perceive; my +sword arm is for the time disabled; but my great regret at this +moment--you will understand the feeling--is that this gallant +friend of yours lies low with the wound intended for another. So +Antores received in his flank the lance hurled at Lausus: +<i>infelix alieno volnere</i>."</p> +<p>"I dare say, Mr. Diggle," interrupted Desmond, "but I have no +time to construe Latin."</p> +<p>Covering Diggle with his pistol, Desmond stooped over Fuzl +Khan's prostrate body and discovered in a moment that the poor +fellow's heart had ceased to beat. He rose, and added: "I must +trouble you to come with me; and quickly, for you perceive you are +at my mercy."</p> +<p>"Where do you propose to take me, my friend?"</p> +<p>"We will go this way, and please step out."</p> +<p>Diggle scowled, and stood as though meditating resistance.</p> +<p>"Come, come, Mr. Diggle, you have no choice. I do not wish to +have to drag you; it might cause you pain."</p> +<p>"Surely you will spare a moment to an old friend! I fear you are +entirely mistaken. 'Tis pity that with the natural ebullition of +your youthful spirit you should have set upon a man whom--"</p> +<p>"You can talk as we go, Mr. Diggle, if you talk low enough. Must +I repeat it?"</p> +<p>"But where are we going? Really, Mr. Burke, respect for my years +should prompt a more considerate treatment."</p> +<p>"You see yonder point?" said Desmond impatiently; "yonder on the +shore. You will come with me there."</p> +<p>Diggle looked around as if hoping that even now something might +happen in his favor. But no one was in sight; Desmond stood over +him with sword still drawn; and recognizing his helplessness the +man at length turned towards the shore and began to walk slowly +along, Desmond a foot or so in the rear.</p> +<p>"'Twas a most strange chance, surely," he said, "that brought +you to this spot at the very moment when I was shaking the dust of +Gheria from my feet. How impossible it is to escape the penalty of +one's wrongdoing! Old Horace knew it: <i>Raro antecedentem +scelestum</i>--you remember the rest. Mr. Burslem drubbed our Latin +into us, Mr. Burke. I am a fellow townsman of yours, though you did +not know it: aye, a boy in your old school, switched by your old +master. I have treated you badly. I admit it; but what could I do? +Your brother slandered you; I see now how he deceived me; he wished +you out of his way. Here I acted under pressure of Angria; he was +bent on sending you to Bombay; I could not defy him. I was wrong; +what you said when I saw you last made a deep impression on me; I +repented, and, as Tully, I think, put it, 'a change of plan is the +best harbor to a penitent man.' I was indeed seeking that refuge of +the repentant, and altering my whole plan of life; and if you will +but tarry a moment--"</p> +<p>"Keep on, Mr. Diggle," said Desmond, as the man, who had been +talking over his shoulder, half stopped; "my point is sharp."</p> +<p>"I was leaving the fort, as you saw. Not from any fear; you will +acquit me of that, and as you know, the fort is impregnable, and I +might have remained there in perfect safety. No, I was quitting it +because I was wearied, disgusted with Angria and his ways. 'Twas +under a misapprehension I for a time consorted with him; I am +disabused, and it is by the mere malignity of Fate that at this +turning point of my career I encounter one whom, I acknowledge, I +have wronged. I am beaten; I do not blink that; and by a better +man. But youth is generous; and you, Mr. Burke, are not the man to +press your advantage against one who all his life has been the +sport of evil circumstance. I was bound for farther India; I know a +little port to the south where I should have taken ship, with +strong hope of getting useful and honorable employment when my +voyage was ended. Perchance you have heard of Alivirdi Khan; if you +would but pause a moment--"</p> +<p>"Go on, Mr. Diggle," said Desmond inexorably; "and it will be +well to mend your pace."</p> +<p>"Alivirdi Khan," resumed Diggle, speaking more rapidly; the +waters of the harbor, glowing red, were in sight: "Alivirdi Khan is +sick unto death. He is wealthy beyond all imaginings. His likeliest +heir, Sirajuddaula, soon to be Subah {viceroy} of Bengal, is well +known to me, and indeed beholden to me for services rendered in the +past. Mr. Burke, I make you a proposition--it is worth considering. +Why not come with me? Wipe off old scores, throw in your lot with +mine. Together, what could we not do--I with my experience, you +with your youthful vigor! See, here is an earnest of my +sincerity."</p> +<p>He took from his fob a large diamond which flashed in the red +light of the conflagration.</p> +<p>"Accept this; in the treasuries of Alivirdi there are thousands +like it, each worth a king's ransom. Come with me, and I promise +you that within two years you shall be rich beyond your wildest +dreams."</p> +<p>"Put up your diamond, Mr. Peloti. You may repeat your offer when +we reach Colonel Clive."</p> +<p>Diggle stopped as if shot. He looked with startled eyes at the +boy, who had known him only as Diggle.</p> +<p>"You are going to Colonel Clive!" he exclaimed. The smoothness +of his manner was gone; his tone expressed mortal anxiety. +"But--but--he is a personal enemy; he will--I beseech you think +again; I--"</p> +<p>He broke off, and with a suddenness that took Desmond by +surprise he sprang away, making towards the grove of mangoes that +stood between him and the shore. Desmond was instantly in pursuit. +If Diggle gained the shelter of the trees he might escape in the +darkness. But the race was short. Weak from fear and loss of blood, +the elder was no match in speed for the younger. In less than a +hundred yards he was overtaken, and stood panting, quivering, +unnerved. Desmond gripped his uninjured arm, and with quickened +footsteps hurried him towards the shore. There was the boat, the +lascar resting motionless on his oar. Ten minutes later Diggle was +assisted up the side of the Kent, and handed over to the officer of +the watch. Then Desmond made his report to Clive.</p> +<p>"All the enemy are withdrawn within the fort, sir. The whole +ground between the fort and the shore is clear. There is nothing to +obstruct your landing."</p> +<p>"I thank you. You have exceeded your time by ten minutes. Who is +that man who came aboard with you?"</p> +<p>"It was he who delayed me, sir. It is Mr. Diggle, or Peloti, I +should say."</p> +<p>"The deuce he is!"</p> +<p>"He was stealing out of the fort; it came to a scuffle, and he +was wounded--so I brought him along."</p> +<p>"Mr. Speke," said Clive, turning to the captain, "may I ask you +to see this man safe bestowed? I will deal with him when our +business here is concluded.</p> +<p>"Mr. Burke, you will come with me."</p> +<p>By nine o'clock Clive had landed his troops. They bivouacked on +the shore, in expectation of storming the fort next day. At +daybreak an officer was sent into the fort with a flag of truce to +demand its surrender. This being refused, the admiral ordered his +ships to warp within a cable's length of the walls in three fathoms +and a quarter water, and the attack was renewed by sea and land, +Clive gradually advancing and worrying the enemy with his cannon. +At two o'clock a magazine in the fort blew up, and not long after, +just as Clive was about to give the order to storm, a white flag +was seen fluttering at one of the bastions.</p> +<p>A messenger was sent to the governor to arrange the +capitulation, but when he was met by prevarication and pleas for +delay the bombardment was once more resumed. A few minutes of this +sufficed to bring the defenders to reason, and by five o'clock the +English flag flew upon the walls.</p> +<p>Clive postponed his entry until dawn on the following +morning.</p> +<p>"By Jove, Mr. Burke," he said to Desmond, who showed him the way +to the palace, "if we had been within these walls I think we could +have held out till doomsday."</p> +<p>All the English officers were impressed by the strength of the +fortifications. Besides Angria's two hundred and fifty cannon, an +immense quantity of stores and ammunition fell into the hands of +the captors. In the vaults of the palace were found silver rupees +to the value of one hundred thousand pounds, and treasure worth +thirty thousand pounds more. The capture had been effected with the +loss of only twenty killed and wounded.</p> +<p>Desmond took the earliest opportunity of seeking the body of +Fuzl Khan. Fortunately the fires and the noises of the night had +preserved it from mangling by wild beasts. The poor man lay where +he had fallen, near the body of the overseer.</p> +<p>"Poor fellow!" thought Desmond, looking at the strong, fierce +face and the gigantic frame now stiff and cold. "Little he knew, +when he said he'd serve me to his life's end, that the end was so +near."</p> +<p>He had the body carried into the town, and reverently buried +according to Mohammedan rites. From the lascar he had learned all +that he ever knew of the motives of the Gujarati's action. Desmond +had hardly left the boat when the man sprang quickly after him, +saying briefly:</p> +<p>"I go to guard the sahib."</p> +<p>It was like the instinctive impulse of a faithful dog; and +Desmond often regretted the loss of the man who had shown himself +so capable of devotion.</p> +<p>That evening Clive summoned Desmond to attend him in the palace. +When he entered the durbar hall he saw, seated on the dais, a small +group consisting of Clive, Admiral Watson, and two or three +subordinate officers. Standing in front of them was Diggle, in the +charge of two marines.</p> +<p>"How many European prisoners have been released, Mr. Ward?" the +admiral was saying.</p> +<p>"Thirteen, sir; ten English and three Dutch."</p> +<p>"Is that correct, Mr. Burke? Was that the number when you were +here?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir, that is correct."</p> +<p>"Then you may go, Mr. Ward, and see that the poor fellows are +taken on board the Tyger and well looked after."</p> +<p>As the officer saluted and withdrew the admiral turned to +Clive.</p> +<p>"Now for this white pirate," he said: "a most unpleasant matter, +truly."</p> +<p>Signing to the marines to bring forward their prisoner, he threw +himself back upon the divan, leaving the matter in Clive's hands. +Clive was gazing hard at Diggle, who had lost the look of terror he +had worn two nights before, and stood before them in his usual +attitude of careless ease.</p> +<p>"You captured this man," said Clive, turning to Desmond, "within +the precincts of the fort?"</p> +<p>His hard level tone contrasted strongly with the urbaner manner +of the admiral.</p> +<p>"Yes, sir," replied Desmond.</p> +<p>"He is the same man who inveigled you on board the interloper +Good Intent and delivered you to the Pirate?"</p> +<p>"And he was to your knowledge associated with the Pirate, and +offered you inducements to spy upon his Majesty's forces in +Bombay?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> +<p>"Have you anything to say for yourself, Mr. Peloti?"</p> +<p>"Pardon me, Mr. Clive; Diggle--Marmaduke Diggle."</p> +<p>"Diggle, if you like," said Clive with a shrug. "You will hang +as well in that name as another."</p> +<p>One of the officers smiled at the grim jest, but there was no +smile on Clive's stern set face.</p> +<p>"You asked me if I had anything to say for myself," said Diggle +quietly. "Assuredly; but it seems your Honors have condemned me +already. Why should I waste your time, and my breath? I bethink me +'twas not even in Rome the custom to judge a matter before learning +the facts--<i>prius rem dijudicare</i>--but it is a long time, Mr. +Clive, since we conned our Terence together."</p> +<p>Desmond could not but admire the superb insouciance and the easy +smile with which Diggle played his card. Seeing that Clive for an +instant hesitated, the intrepid prisoner continued:</p> +<p>"But there, Mr. Clive, you never excelled in the Latin. 'Twas a +sore point with poor Mr. Burslem."</p> +<p>"Come, come," cried Clive, visibly nettled, "this is no time for +quips. You fail to appreciate your position. You are caught red +handed. If you have no defense to make you will meet the fate of +other pirates before you. Have you anything to say?"</p> +<p>"Yes. You accuse me of piracy; I have a complete answer to that +charge; but as an Englishman I claim an Englishman's right--a fair +trial before a jury of my countrymen. In any case, Mr. Clive, it +would be invidious to give me worse treatment than Monaji Angria +and his officers. As for the rest, it depends on the evidence of +this single witness."</p> +<p>Here Admiral Watson bent forward and said to Clive in an +undertone, inaudible to the others:</p> +<p>"I think we had better defer this. If, as you suppose, the +fellow has knowledge of the French plans, it would be only politic +to give Mr. Bourchier an opportunity of inquiring into the matter. +No doubt he richly deserves hanging, but dead men tell no +tales."</p> +<p>Clive frowned, and, drumming upon the divan impatiently with his +fingers, seemed for the moment to be lost in thought. Then he +said:</p> +<p>"Yes, Mr. Watson, I think you are right."</p> +<p>"Take the prisoner back to your ship," said the admiral, "and +put him under double guard.</p> +<p>"Thank you, Mr. Burke; we shall require your evidence in Bombay. +One word before you go. I am vastly indebted to you for your +services; you have been of the greatest use to myself and my +captains. Your name will frequently appear in our ships' logs, and +I shall take care to show your work in the proper light when I make +my report. Meanwhile, when the division of prize money is made, you +will receive a lieutenant's share. Good night, sir."</p> +<p>And Desmond's face, as he left the room, bore a flush of +happiness and pride.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch19" id="Ch19">Chapter 19</a>: In which the scene +changes; the dramatis personae remaining the same.</h2> +<p>A few days after the capture, the Tyger left Gheria, having on +board the men wounded in the attack and the European prisoners who +had been rescued. Desmond also sailed in it, with an official +report from Admiral Watson to Governor Bourchier.</p> +<p>The arrival of the Tyger at Bombay, with the first news of the +success of the expedition and the fall of the fortress so long +deemed impregnable, was the occasion of a great demonstration of +rejoicing. The trading community, whether European or native, was +enthusiastic over the ruin of the notorious Pirate; and Desmond, as +one who had had a share in the operations, came in for a good deal +of congratulation which he laughingly protested ought to have been +reserved for better men.</p> +<p>Mr. Merriman was among the crowd that welcomed the Tyger, and as +soon as Desmond had delivered his report to Mr. Bourchier, the +genial merchant carried him off to the house on the Green where he +was staying and insisted on having a full account of his +experiences. When he learned that Diggle had been captured and +would shortly reach Bombay as a prisoner, his jolly face assumed as +intense a look of vindictive satisfaction as it was capable of +expressing.</p> +<p>"By thunder! that's the best of your news for me. The villain +will get his deserts at last. I'm only sorry that I shall not be +here to serve on the jury."</p> +<p>"Are you leaving Bombay then?"</p> +<p>"Yes, and I wanted you to come with me. My ship the Hormuzzeer +came to port two days ago, and I had to dismiss the second mate, +who was continually at odds with the lascars. I hoped you would +accept his berth, and sail with me. I want to get back to Calcutta. +We had advices the other day that things are not looking well in +Bengal. Alivirdi Khan is dying; and there is sure to be some bother +about the succession. All Bengal may be aflame. My wife and +daughter are in Calcutta, and I don't care about being away from +them if danger is threatening. I want to get away as soon as +possible, and thought of taking passage in an Indiaman; but the +Hormuzzeer being here I'll sail in that; she'll make direct for the +Hugli; an Indiaman would put in at Madras, and goodness knows how +long I might be delayed."</p> +<p>"'Tis a pity," said Desmond. "I should have liked of all things +to accept your offer, but I'm bound to stay for Diggle's trial, and +that can't be held until the fleet return."</p> +<p>"How long will that be?"</p> +<p>"I heard the admiral say he expected it would take a month to +settle everything at Gheria. He wants to keep the place in our +hands, but Ramaji Punt claims it for the Peshwa, and Captain Speke +of the Kent told me that it'll be very lucky if they come to an +arrangement within a month."</p> +<p>"It's uncommonly vexatious. I can't wait a month. It'll take a +week or more to clean the Hormuzzeer's hull, and another to load +her; in a fortnight at the outside I hope to be on my way. Well, it +can't be helped. What will you do when the trial is over?"</p> +<p>"I don't know."</p> +<p>"Did Mr. Clive say anything about a cadetship?"</p> +<p>"Not a word. He only said that I should get a share of the +Gheria prize money."</p> +<p>"That's something to the good. Use it wisely. I came out to +Calcutta twenty years ago with next to nothing, and I've done well. +There's no reason why you should not make your fortune, too, if +your health will stand the climate. We'll have a talk over things +before I sail."</p> +<p>A week later the Bridgewater arrived from Gheria, with Diggle on +board. He was imprisoned in the fort, being allotted far too +comfortable quarters to please Mr. Merriman. But Merriman's +indignation at what he considered the governor's leniency was +changed to hot rage three days later when it became known that the +prisoner had disappeared. Not a trace of him could be discovered. +He had been locked in as usual one night, and next morning his room +was empty. Imprisonment was much less stringent in those days than +now; the prisoner was allowed to see visitors and to live more or +less at ease. The only clue to Diggle's escape was afforded by the +discovery that, at the same time that he disappeared, there +vanished also a black boy, who had been brought among the prisoners +from Gheria and was employed in doing odd jobs about the +harbor.</p> +<p>Desmond had no doubt that this was Diggle's boy Scipio +Africanus. And when he mentioned the connection between the two, it +was supposed that the negro had acted as go-between for his master +with the friends in the town by whose aid the escape had been +arranged. Among the large native population of Bombay there were +many who were suspected of being secret agents of the French, and +as Diggle was well provided with funds it was not at all unlikely +that his jailer had been tampered with.</p> +<p>Merriman's wrath was very bitter. He had been waiting for years, +as he told Desmond, for the punishment of Peloti. It was gall and +wormwood to him that the villain should have cheated the +gallows.</p> +<p>Diggle's escape, however, gave Merriman an opportunity to secure +Desmond's services. The culprit being gone, the evidence was no +longer required. Finding that Desmond was still ready to accept the +position of mate on the Hormuzzeer, Merriman consulted Mr. +Bourchier, who admitted that he saw no reason for detaining the +lad. Accordingly, the first week in March, when the vessel stood +out of Bombay harbor, Desmond sailed with her.</p> +<p>The weather was calm, but the winds not wholly favorable, and +the Hormuzzeer made a somewhat slow passage. Mr. Merriman was +impatient to reach Calcutta, and Desmond was surprised at his +increasing uneasiness. He had believed that the French and Dutch +were the only people in Bengal who gave the Company trouble, and as +England was at peace with both France and the Netherlands, there +was nothing, he thought, to fear from them.</p> +<p>"You are mistaken," said Mr. Merriman, in the course of a +conversation one day. "The natives are a terrible thorn in our +side. At best we are in Bengal on sufferance; we are a very small +community--only a hundred or two Europeans in Calcutta: and since +the Marathas overran the country some years ago we have felt as +though sitting on the brink of a volcano. Alivirdi wants to keep us +down; he has forbidden us to fight the French even if war does +break out between us at home; and though the Mogul has granted us +charters--they call them firmans here--Alivirdi doesn't care a rap +for such things, and must have us under his heel. Only his trading +profits and his fear of the Mogul keep him civil."</p> +<p>"But you said he was dying."</p> +<p>"So he is, and that makes matters worse, for his grandson, +Sirajuddaula, who'll probably succeed him, is no better than a +tiger. He lives at Murshidabad, about one hundred miles up the +river. He's a vain, peacocky, empty-headed youth, and as soon as +the breath is out of his granddad's body he'll want to try his +wings and take a peck or two at us. He may do it slyly, or go so +far as to attack us openly."</p> +<p>"But if he did that, sure Calcutta is defended; and, as Mr. +Clive said to me in Gheria, British soldiers behind walls might +hold out forever."</p> +<p>"Clive doesn't know Calcutta then! That's the mischief! At the +Maratha invasion the Bengalis on our territory took fright, and at +their own expense began a great ditch round Calcutta--we call it +the Maratha ditch; but the Nawab bought the Marathas off, the work +was stopped, the walls of the fort are now crumbling to ruins, and +the cannon lie about unmounted and useless. Worst of all, our +governor, Mr. Drake, is a quiet soul, an excellent worthy man, who +wouldn't hurt a fly. We call him the Quaker. Quakers are all very +well at home, where they can 'thee' and 'thou' and get rich and +pocket affronts without any harm; but they won't do in India. Might +is right with the natives; they don't understand anything else; and +as sure as they see any sign of weakness in us they'll take +advantage of it and send us all to kingdom come.</p> +<p>"And I'm thinking of the womenfolk: India's no place for them at +the best; and I did all I could to persuade my wife and daughter to +remain at home. But they would come out with me when I returned +last year; and glad as I am to have them with me I sometimes get +very anxious; I can't bear them out of my sight, and that's a +fact."</p> +<p>Mr. Merriman showed his relief when, on the thirtieth of April, +he noticed the yellow tinge in the water, which indicated that the +vessel was approaching the mouth of the Hugli. Next day the vessel +arrived at Balasore, where a pilot was taken on board, and entered +the river. Mr. Merriman pointed out to Desmond the island of Sagar, +whither in the late autumn the jogis came down in crowds to purify +themselves in the salt water, "and provide a meal for the tiger," +he added. At Kalpi a large barge, rowed by a number of men dressed +in white, with pink sashes, came to meet the Hormuzzeer.</p> +<p>"That's my budgero," said Merriman. "We'll get into it and row +up to Calcutta in half the time it would take the ship. Each of us +merchants has his own budgero, and instead of putting our men in +buttons with our arms and all that nonsense, we give them colored +sashes--and don't our women squabble about the colors, my boy, just +don't they!"</p> +<p>In the budgero they passed the Dutch factory at Fulta, and the +Subah's forts at Budge Budge and Tanna. At Gobindpur's reach, +Merriman pointed out the pyramid of stone that marked the limit of +the Company's jurisdiction. Soon the gardens of the British +merchants came in sight, then the Company's docks, and at last the +town of Calcutta, where the Company's landing stage was thronged +with people awaiting the arrival of the budgero in the hope of +getting news from home.</p> +<p>"There's Surendra Nath and his father," said Mr. Merriman, as +they came near the steps.</p> +<p>His jolly face beamed when he stepped on to the ghat {landing +stage}.</p> +<p>"Hullo, Babu!" he said, "glad to see you again."</p> +<p>He shook hands with both the men; the elder was much like his +son, a slightly-built Bengali, with white hair and very bright +eyes. Both were clad in dhotis of pure white; their legs were bare +from the knee, their feet shod with sandals. When the greeting had +passed between them and their master, the old man moved towards +Desmond, put his hands together, and made a deep salaam.</p> +<p>"I have heard what the sahib did for my son. I thank the sahib," +he said.</p> +<p>"Yes, 'twas excellent good fortune for Surendra Nath," said Mr. +Merriman. "I knew you would be overjoyed to see your son again. But +how is the bibi {lady}, and the chota {young} bibi?"</p> +<p>"They were well, sahib, when last I heard. They are on a visit +to Watts Sahib, at Cossimbazar."</p> +<p>Merriman's face fell, but he had no time to say more, for he was +accosted by a friend.</p> +<p>"Glad to see you back, Mr. Merriman. I've wanted your voice on +the Council for some time past."</p> +<p>"Is anything wrong, Mr. Holwell?" asked Merriman anxiously.</p> +<p>"Everything is wrong. Alivirdi died a fortnight ago; +Sirajuddaula has stepped into his shoes; and Drake has made a mess +of everything, with Manningham's and Frankland's assistance. I want +you to come and dine with me this evening; we must have a serious +talk; I've asked two or three men of our sort in anticipation of +your consent."</p> +<p>"Very well. Let me present my friend, Mr. Burke. He escaped from +Gheria; you've heard that Colonel Clive captured the place?"</p> +<p>"Yes; we had despatches from Admiral Watson some days ago. I had +heard of Mr. Burke's adventures--</p> +<p>"Your servant, sir; I am delighted to meet you--</p> +<p>"Well, Merriman, three o'clock; I will not detain you now; +you'll want to get home."</p> +<p>Mr. Merriman's bearers were at hand with his palanquin; he got +into it; the men set off at a swinging pace, warning the bystanders +with their cry of "Tok! Tok!" and Desmond walked by the side of the +chair, amused to watch the self-important airs of the peon who went +in front. They passed the fort and the Company's house, and arrived +at length at a two-story flat-roofed house with a veranda, the +windows filled, not with oyster shells as at Bombay, but with thin +screens of reeds.</p> +<p>"Here we are," said Merriman with a sigh of relief.</p> +<p>"Now I'll hand you over to the baniya {factotum}; he'll show you +to your room. I'm vexed that my wife is not here; of course she +didn't know when to expect me; and Mrs. Watts is an old friend of +hers. 'Tis a relief in one way; for Mr. Watts is a shrewd +fellow--he's head of our factory at Cossimbazar, and senior member +of Council here--and he would have sent the ladies away if he +scented danger. Sorry I shall have to leave you; I must dine with +Mr. Holwell; he's our zamindar--judge of the Cutcheri court and +collector of taxes: a fine fellow, the most cool-headed man on the +Council. But the khansaman will give you something to eat: and I'll +be back as soon as I can. You can take it easy on the veranda, and +you'll find a hookah if you care to try it."</p> +<p>"No, thanks," said Desmond with a smile; "I've no fancy that +way."</p> +<p>Shortly afterwards Mr. Merriman left the house in his palanquin, +wearing the short white calico jacket that was then de rigueur at +dinner parties. It was late before he returned. There was an +anxious and worried look on his face, but he said cheerily:</p> +<p>"Well, how have you been getting on?"</p> +<p>"I've been reading, sir: I found a volume of Mr. Fielding's +Amelia, and 'twas a change to read after eighteen months without +setting eyes on a book. I hope you had a good dinner."</p> +<p>"'Pon my soul, I don't know. None of us knows, I warrant. We had +too much to talk about to think about our appetites. Two or three +members of Council were there, and Captain Minchin, the military +commandant. Things are looking black, Desmond. Alivirdi is dead, +and, as I expected, his scoundrel of a grandson, Sirajuddaula, is +the new Subah. He has imprisoned one of his rivals, his aunt, and +is marching against another, his cousin Shaukat Jung; and 'tis the +common talk that our turn will come next."</p> +<p>"But why should he be at odds with us?"</p> +<p>"Why, to begin with, he's a native and hates us; thinks we're +too rich, and though he's rich enough he would like to get what we +have and turn us out. Then our president Mr. Drake has acted in the +weakest possible way; the very way to encourage the Subah. Instead +of siding with Sirajuddaula from the first, as he might well have +done, because the rivals never had the ghost of a chance, he shilly +shallied. Then he offended him by giving shelter to a fellow named +Krishna Das, who came in a month ago with fifty sacks of treasure +from Murshidabad; it really belonged to the Subah's aunt, but the +Subah had an eye on it and he's furious at losing it. That wasn't +enough. Mr. Watts at Cossimbazar had warned the Council here of the +new Subah's unfriendliness; they talk at Murshidabad of our weak +defenses and how easy it would be to overcome us. He advised Mr. +Drake to keep on good terms with the Subah; but what must he do but +turn out of the place a man named Narayan Das, the brother of the +new Nawab's chief spy."</p> +<p>"Sure you don't allow the enemy's spies to live in +Calcutta?"</p> +<p>"Sure we can't help ourselves. The place is full of them--spies +of the Subah, and of the French too. We can't do anything. We may +suspect, but if we raised a hand we should stir up a hornets' nest, +as indeed Mr. Drake appears to be doing.</p> +<p>"But that isn't all. The Company's ship Delaware came in a +fortnight ago with the news that a French fleet is fitting out +under Count Lally, at Brest; 'tis supposed war will break out again +and the fleet is intended to attack us here. So that we may have +the Subah making common cause with the French to crush us. He'll +turn against the French then, but that won't save us. On top of +that comes a fakir from Murshidabad demanding in the Subah's name +that we should stop work on our fortifications; the insolence of +the wretch passes all bounds. Mr. Drake properly refused the +demand; he said we were repairing our defenses in case we needed +'em against the French; but he undertook not to start any new +works, which was a mistake.</p> +<p>"Altogether, Desmond, things are in a pretty mess. I'm afraid +Mr. Drake is not the man to cope with a grave situation; but he has +the majority of the Council with him, and we can't alter it. Now I +think we had better turn in; perhaps I shall feel better after a +good sleep; I am certainly far from easy in mind."</p> +<p>Desmond slept like a top on his light mattress, enveloped in his +mosquito curtains. In the morning he accompanied Mr. Merriman to +his daftarkhanah {office}, where he found a large staff under the +superintendence of the muhri {chief clerk}, Surendra Nath's father. +He returned to the house for tiffin, spent the afternoon indoors +over his novel, and after the three o'clock dinner accompanied his +host in a walk through the English quarter.</p> +<p>As they returned, Mr. Merriman suggested that they should walk +down to Mr. Watts' house near the river to see if any news had +arrived from Cossimbazar. On the way they passed a large pakka +{substantial} house, surrounded by a compound and a low wall.</p> +<p>"We were talking yesterday about spies," said Merriman. "In that +house lives a man who in my belief is a spy, and a treacherous +scoundrel--actually living next door to Mr. Lyre, the keeper of our +military stores. He's a Sikh named Omichand, and the richest +merchant in the city. He owns half of it; he's my landlord, +confound him! For forty years he was the contractor for supplying +the Company with cloth, but we found out that he was cheating us +right and left, and dismissed him. Yet he's very friendly to us, +which is a bad sign. 'Twas he who brought Krishna Das with his +treasure into the place, and my belief is, he did it merely to +embroil us with the Subah. Mr. Drake is disposed to pooh-pooh the +idea, but I incline to Mr. Holwell's opinion, that Omichand's a +schemer and a villain, ready to betray us to French, Dutch, or +Gentoos as it suits him."</p> +<p>"Why don't you turn him out, then?" asked Desmond.</p> +<p>"My dear boy, he's far too powerful. And we'd rather keep him in +sight. While he's here we can tell something of what is going on; +his house is pretty well watched; but if he were away he might try +all manner of tricks and we should never learn anything about them. +Our policy is to be very sweet to him--to make friends of the +mammon of unrighteousness, as Mr. Bellamy, our padre, puts it. +You're bound to see him one of these days, the hoary-headed old +villain."</p> +<p>Though Mr. Merriman fully relied on Mr. Watts' discretion to +send his visitors back to Calcutta if there were the least sign of +danger, he was so anxious to have his wife and daughter with him +that next day he sent a special messenger up the river asking them +to return as soon as they could. He could not fetch them, public +affairs not allowing him to leave Calcutta at once, but he promised +to meet them somewhere on the way.</p> +<p>He spent the day in making himself acquainted with the business +that had been done during his absence. A valuable consignment of +silks, muslins, and taffeties was expected from Cossimbazar, he +learned, and as soon as it arrived the Hormuzzeer would be able to +sail for Penang.</p> +<p>"A private venture," he said to Desmond, "nothing to do with the +Company."</p> +<p>Desmond expressed his surprise that the Company's officials were +at liberty to engage in private trading.</p> +<p>"Why, bless you, how could we live otherwise? Do you imagine I +got rich on the Company? What do you suppose my salary is as member +of Council? 'Tis just forty pounds. The factors get fifteen and the +writers five: Colonel Clive began at five pounds a year: so you may +guess that we have to do something to keep flesh on our bones.</p> +<p>"And that reminds me of a proposal I wished to make to you. You +have a little money from the sale of the Pirate's grab, and you'll +have more by and by when the Gheria prize money is distributed. Why +not put some of it into the Hormuzzeer? Let me buy some goods for +you, and send 'em to Penang: they'll fetch top prices there, +especially in the present state of trade. 'Twill be an excellent +investment."</p> +<p>"Thank you, sir, I'll be glad to follow your advice."</p> +<p>"That's right. I'll see about it at once, and the sooner these +things come from Cossimbazar the better. The delay is vexing, and I +fear I'll have to change my agent there."</p> +<p>Mr. Merriman being so much occupied with business and public +affairs, Desmond had much time to himself. He soon made friends +among the junior merchants and factors, and in their company went +about Calcutta.</p> +<p>Fort William was built near the river, the factory house in the +center of the inclosure. Around it on three sides were the houses +of individual merchants and officers. A wide avenue known as the +Lal Bazar led from the ravelin of the fort past the courthouse to +the native part of the town. On one side of the avenue was the Park +or Lal Bagh, with a great tank by which a band played in the +evening. Around the town was the incomplete Maratha ditch.</p> +<p>Desmond became the object of much kindly attention from the +Company's servants and their families. Everyone was eager to hear +from his own lips the story of his adventures, and invitations to +dinners and routs and card parties poured upon him. He accepted one +or two and politely excused himself from the rest, not from any +want of sociability, but from motives of prudence. His kind host +had already given him a friendly warning; some of the writers and +younger servants of the Company were wild spirits, and spent more +time than was good for them in cards and revels.</p> +<p>On the evening of the third day after his arrival he went down +to the river to watch the arrival of some country vessels. There +was the usual crowd at the ghat, and as Desmond gradually worked +his way through it he suddenly saw, just in front of him, two men +whose backs were very familiar. They were in the dress of seamen: +one was tall and thin, the other broad and brawny, and Desmond did +not need his glimpse of the iron hook to be sure that the men were +none other than his old friend Bulger and Mr. Toley, the melancholy +mate. They were standing side by side watching in silence the +arrival of the boats.</p> +<p>Desmond edged his way to them until he was within arm's length +of Bulger's hook. He stood for a moment looking at them, imagining +their surprise when they saw him, wondering if their pleasure would +be as keen as his own. Both appeared rather battered; Mr. Toley's +expression was never merry, and he was neither more nor less +melancholy than usual; but Bulger's habitual cheerfulness seemed to +have left him; his air was moody and downcast.</p> +<p>How came they here? The Good Intent being an interloper, it was +not at all likely that she had ventured to put in at Calcutta.</p> +<p>By and by Bulger seemed to become aware that someone was gazing +at him, for he turned round slowly. Desmond could not but smile at +his extraordinary change of expression. His first look of blank +amazement quickly gave place to one of almost boyish delight, and +taking an eager step forward he exclaimed:</p> +<p>"By thunder, 'tis Mr. Burke or his ghost! Bless my heart! Ho! +shake hands, matey; this is a sight for bad eyes!"</p> +<p>"Glad to see you, Bulger," said Desmond quietly; "and you, too, +Mr. Toley."</p> +<p>Mr. Toley had shown no surprise; but then, nothing ever +surprised Mr. Toley.</p> +<p>"Sure I'm rejoiced," he said. "We had given you up for +lost."</p> +<p>His hearty hand grip was more convincing than his words, though, +indeed, Desmond had good reason to know the real kindliness that +always lay behind his outward solemnity of manner.</p> +<p>"You're better in togs than when I seed you last, sir," said +Bulger, gripping his hand again. "Which you look quite the +gentleman; got a berth as supercargo, sir?"</p> +<p>"Not yet, Bulger," replied Desmond, laughing. "How's Captain +Barker?"</p> +<p>Bulger spat out a quid of tobacco and hitched up his +breeches.</p> +<p>"I don't know how Captain Barker is, and what's more, I don't +care," he said. "Me and Barker en't friends: leastways, not on +speakin' terms; which I will say, hang Captain Barker, topsy versy, +any way you like; and I don't care who hears me."</p> +<p>"What has happened?"</p> +<p>"Happened! Why, sir, Mr. Toley'll tell you what happened. He +knows the thus, therefore, and whereupon of it."</p> +<p>The good fellow was itching to tell, but as in duty bound +deferred to his superior officer.</p> +<p>"Go on, Bulger," said the American, "you've got a looser tongue +than me."</p> +<p>"Which I don't deny, sir. Two days ago--'twas at Chandernagore, +where the Good Intent's been laid up for a matter a' weeks--the +captain he went an' forgot hisself, sir; clean forgot hisself, an' +lifted his hand to Mr. Toley; ay, hit him, sir. Wunst it was, sir, +on'y wunst; then 'twas Mr. Toley his turn. Ah, an' I warrant +Captain Barker's in his bunk today. Never did I see sich a sight +all the years I've been afloat, an' that's saying something. There +was captain spread out on deck, sir, with his eyes bunged up an' a +tooth or two that had lost their bearin's, and all his bones +wonderin' if they was ever goin' to get joined again.</p> +<p>"That's the why and wherefore of it, sir. Well, in course, 'twas +no kiss-an'-be-friends arter that; so, bein' in a mounseer's place, +Mr. Toley took French leave, which I did the same, and here we are +a-lookin' for a job.</p> +<p>"But Lor' bless me! what's happened to you, Mr. Burke? When you +didn't come aboard at that there Gheria, Captain Barker he says, +'Log that there knave Burke a deserter,' says he. But I says to Mr. +Toley, 'I may be wrong, sir,' says I, 'but I lay my whiskers that +Diggle has been an' sold him to the Pirate, an' that's the last we +shall ever see of as nice a young fellow as ever hauled on a +hawser.' How did you get out of the Pirate's den, sir?"</p> +<p>"That's a long story, Bulger. I'll tell you all in good time. +You're looking for a job, are you? Well, I happen to know of a +skipper here--a good man: maybe he'll have a berth for a seasoned +salt like you. I'll present you to him, and I know he'll do what he +can for you."</p> +<p>Before he left the men, Desmond took Mr. Toley aside.</p> +<p>"Mr. Toley," he said, "my friend Mr. Merriman wants a mate for +one of his vessels, as I happen to know. You would be willing to +sign on?"</p> +<p>"I would, sir. I'm a man of few words."</p> +<p>"Very well; come up to Mr. Merriman's house by the Rope Walk and +we'll see what he says."</p> +<p>That same day Mr. Merriman invited the American to dinner, and +engaged him, to Desmond's surprise, as first mate for the +Hormuzzeer, with Bulger as bo'sun.</p> +<p>"Don't look so blue," he said to Desmond when Mr. Toley had +gone. "He will, of course, take your place. The fact is, I've taken +a fancy to you, and I think you can do better than by serving as +mate on a coasting vessel. Look in at the daftarkhanah sometimes, +and get Surendra Nath to explain something of our business +methods."</p> +<p>He said no more at that time, and Desmond felt no little +curiosity about his host's intentions.</p> +<p>One evening Desmond was sitting alone on the veranda, reading, +awaiting Mr. Merriman's return from a meeting of the Council to +which he had been hastily summoned. Hearing a footstep, he looked +up, and was surprised to see, instead of Mr. Merriman, as he +expected, Bulger hastening up with an air of excitement.</p> +<p>"Mr. Burke, sir, what d'you think I've seed? I could hardly +believe my own eyes. I was walkin' down towards the fort when I +seed two men goin' into a big house. They was Englishmen, leastways +white men, and I may be wrong, but I bet my boots one on 'em was +that there soft-speakin' villain Diggle."</p> +<p>"Diggle!" exclaimed Desmond, springing up. "You must be +mistaken, Bulger."</p> +<p>"I may be wrong, sir, but I never remembers any time when I +was."</p> +<p>"What house did he go into?"</p> +<p>"That I can't tell you, sir, not bein' sure o' my bearin's."</p> +<p>"But you could point it out?"</p> +<p>"'Course I could. Rather. Just so."</p> +<p>"Then I'll came along with you, and you can show me. If it is +Diggle, we must have him arrested."</p> +<p>"True, an' I'll knot the rope for his neck."</p> +<p>"How long ago was this?"</p> +<p>"Not a quarter of an hour, sir. I comed up at once."</p> +<p>The two set off together. They quickly reached the house; +Desmond recognized it as Omichand's. The evening was closing in, +but no lights were visible through the chiks {hanging screens made +of thin strips of bamboo} that covered the windows. While Desmond +was considering, two figures stepped down from the veranda and +walked rapidly across the compound towards the gate in the +wall.</p> +<p>At the first glance Desmond saw that Bulger had not been +mistaken. The taller of the two figures was disguised, but it was +impossible to mistake the gloved right hand. It was Diggle to a +certainty.</p> +<p>"Are you game to capture them?" said Desmond.</p> +<p>Bulger grunted and gave a twist to his hook.</p> +<p>"I'll take Diggle," added Desmond: "you go for the other +man."</p> +<p>They waited in the shadow of the wall. The gate opened, the two +men came out, and in an instant Desmond and his companion dashed +forward. Taken by surprise, the men had no time to defend +themselves. With his left hand Desmond caught at Diggle's sword +arm, and, pointing his rapier at his heart, said:</p> +<p>"You are my prisoner, Mr. Diggle."</p> +<p>At the same moment Bulger had caught the second man by the +throat, and raising his formidable hook, cried:</p> +<p>"Heave to, matey, or I'll spoil your mug for you."</p> +<p>The man uttered an exclamation in French, which ended in a +wheeze as Bulger's strong fingers clutched his windpipe.</p> +<p>But the next moment an unlooked-for diversion occurred. +Attracted by the sound of the rapid scuffle, a number of natives +armed with lathis {bludgeons} rushed across the compound into the +street, and came swiftly to the rescue. Desmond and his companion +had perforce to release their prisoners and turn to defend +themselves. With their backs against the wall they met the +assailants, Desmond with his rapier, Bulger with his hook, each +dexterously warding off the furious blows of the excited natives. +Diggle and the Frenchman took instant advantage of the opportunity +to slip away, and the Englishmen had already got home more than one +shrewd blow, provoking yells of pain from the attackers, when the +onslaught suddenly ceased, and the natives stood rigid, as if under +a spell. Looking round, Desmond saw at the gate a bent old figure +with dusky, wrinkled face and prominent eyes. He wore a turban in +which a jewel sparkled, and his white garment was girt with a +yellow sash.</p> +<p>"What is this, sahib?" he said severely in careful English, +addressing Desmond.</p> +<p>"'Tis pretty plain what it is," said Desmond somewhat hotly; "we +have been set upon by these six ruffians."</p> +<p>The newcomer motioned with his hand, and the men slunk away.</p> +<p>"I regret, sahib. The men are badmashes; Calcutta is unhappily +in a disturbed state."</p> +<p>"Badmashes or not, they came from your house--if this is your +house."</p> +<p>"It is my house, sahib. My name is Omichand. I must inquire how +the badmashes came to be in my compound. I fear my darwan +{doorkeeper} is at fault."</p> +<p>"And what about the two men?"</p> +<p>"The two men, sahib?"</p> +<p>"Yes, the two Europeans who came first from the house, and were +protected by these ruffians?"</p> +<p>"You must be mistaken, sahib. English sahibs do not visit at the +houses of Indian gentlemen. If the sahib had been longer in +Calcutta he would know that."</p> +<p>A smile flickered on the Indian's face, but it was gone +instantly. Desmond was nonplussed. It was useless to contradict the +merchant; he was clearly not disposed to give any information; +Diggle was gone. All he could do was to return and report the +matter to Mr. Merriman.</p> +<p>"Come along, Bulger," he said, with an unceremonious gesture to +Omichand. "We can do no good here."</p> +<p>"The old Ananias!" growled Bulger, as they walked away. "What in +thunder is Diggle's game here? I'd give a year's 'baccy to have a +chanst o' usin' my hook on him."</p> +<p>Mr. Merriman looked grave when he heard what had happened.</p> +<p>"To think of that villain once more escaping our clutches! The +other fellow was a Frenchman, you say? There's mischief brewing. +Sure if I was president I'd be tempted to arrest that wily old +Omichand. Not that it would be of much use, probably. Peloti is a +bold fellow to venture here. You are sure 'twas he?"</p> +<p>"Absolutely. His disguise was good: he has altered his face in +some way, and his dress is altogether changed; but I couldn't +mistake the covered hand."</p> +<p>"'Tis an odd thing, that mitten. Probably it conceals some +defect; the man's as vain as a peacock. The mitten is a thing by +which he may be traced, and I'll send my peons to start inquiries +tomorrow. But I've something to say to you: something to propose. +The Hormuzzeer is ready to sail, save for that consignment at +Cossimbazar I mentioned. My agent there is an Armenian named Coja +Solomon; I've employed him for some years, and found him +trustworthy; but I can't get delivery of these goods. I've sent two +or three messengers to him, asking him to hurry, but he replies +that there is some difficulty about the dastaks--papers authorizing +the despatch of goods free from customs duty.</p> +<p>"Now, will you go up the river and see what is causing the +delay? I'll give you an introduction to Mr. Watts; he will do all +he can for you, though no doubt his hands are full. You can take +Surendra Nath with you to interpret; and you had better have some +armed peons as an escort, and perhaps a number of men we can trust +to work the boat if you can release the goods. Are you +willing?"</p> +<p>"I will gladly do anything I can, sir. Indeed, I wished for an +opportunity to see something of the country."</p> +<p>"You may see too much! I'd say beware of tigers, but Surendra +Nath is so desperately timid that you can depend on him not to lead +you into danger."</p> +<p>"The Hormuzzeer will not sail until I return?"</p> +<p>"Not till the goods arrive. Why do you ask?"</p> +<p>"I should like to take Bulger with me. He's a good companion, +with a shrewd head."</p> +<p>"And a useful hook. I have no objection. You will be ready to +start tomorrow, then. You must be up early: traveling will be +impossible in the heat of the day."</p> +<p>"At dawn, sir."</p> +<h2><a name="Ch20" id="Ch20">Chapter 20</a>: In which there are +recognitions and explanations; and our hero meets one Coja Solomon, +of Cossimbazar.</h2> +<p>At sunrise next morning Desmond found his party awaiting him at +the Causeway beyond the Maratha ditch. The natives salaamed when he +came up in company with Mr. Merriman, and Bulger pulled his +forelock.</p> +<p>"Mornin', sir; mornin'; I may be wrong, but 'tis my belief we're +goin' to have a bilin' hot day, and I've come accordin'."</p> +<p>He was clad in nothing but shirt and breeches, with his coat +strapped to his back, and a hat apparently improvised out of +cabbage leaves. The natives were all in white, with their +employer's pink ribbons. Some were armed with matchlocks and pikes; +others carried light cooking utensils; others, groceries for the +Englishmen's use; for their own food they depended on the villages +through which they would pass.</p> +<p>"Well, I wish you a good journey," said Mr. Merriman, who +appeared to be in better spirits than for many a day. "I'm glad to +tell you, Burke, that I got a letter from Mr. Watts this morning, +saying that my wife and daughter are on their way down the river +with Mrs. Watts and her children. They've got Mr. Warren Hastings +to escort them: trust 'em to find a handsome man! The road follows +the river, and if you look out I dare say you will see them. You'll +recognize our livery. Introduce yourself if you meet 'em. You have +your letter from Mr. Watts? That's all right. Goodby, and good luck +to you."</p> +<p>The party set off. The old road by which they were to travel ran +at a short distance from the left bank of the Hugli, passing +through an undulating country, interspersed with patches of low +wood and scattered trees. The scenery was full of charm for +Desmond: the rich vegetation; antelopes darting among the trees; +flamingoes and pelicans standing motionless at the edge of the +slow-gliding river; white-clad figures coming down the broad steps +of the riverside ghats to bathe; occasionally the dusky corpse of +some devotee consigned by his relations to the bosom of the holy +river.</p> +<p>The first halt was called at Barrackpur, where, amid a luxuriant +grove of palms and bamboos, stood some beautiful pagodas, built of +the unburnt brick of the country, and faced with a fine stucco that +gleamed in the sunlight like polished marble. Here, under the shade +of the palms, Desmond lay through the hot afternoon, watching the +boats of all shapes and sizes that floated lazily down the +broad-bosomed stream. In the evening the march was resumed; the +party crossed the river by a ford at Pulta Ghat, and following the +road on the other bank came at sundown to the outskirts of the +French settlement at Chandernagore. There they camped for the +night. Desmond was for some time tormented by the doleful yells of +packs of jackals roaming abroad in search of food. Their cries so +much resembled those of human beings in dire agony that he shivered +on his mattress; but falling asleep at length, he slept soundly and +woke with the dawn.</p> +<p>He started again soon after sunrise. Just beyond Chandernagore +Bulger pointed out the stripped spars of the Good Intent, lying far +up a narrow creek.</p> +<p>"Wouldn't I just like to cut her out?" said Bulger. "But 'spose +we can't stop for that, sir?"</p> +<p>"Certainly not. And you'd have the French about our ears."</p> +<p>Passing the Dutch settlement at Chinsura, he came into a country +of rice fields, now bare, broken by numerous nullahs worn by the +torrents in the rainy season, but now nearly dry. Here and there +the party had to ford a jhil--an extensive shallow lake formed by +the rains. Desmond tried a shot or two at the flights of teal that +floated on these ponds; but they were so wild that he could never +approach within range. Towards evening, after passing the little +village of Amboa, they came to a grove of peepuls filled with green +parrots and monkeys screaming and jabbering as though engaged in a +competition. A few miles farther on they arrived at the larger +village of Khulna, where they tied up for the night.</p> +<p>Next morning Desmond was wakened by Surendra Nath.</p> +<p>"Sahib," he said, "the bibi and the chota bibi are here."</p> +<p>"Mrs. Merriman?"</p> +<p>"Yes. They arrived last night by boat, and are pursuing their +journey today."</p> +<p>"I should like to see them before they go. But I'm afraid I am +hardly presentable."</p> +<p>"Believe me, sahib, you will not offend the bibi's +punctilio."</p> +<p>"Well, send one of the peons to say that I shall have the +pleasure of waiting on Mrs. Merriman in half an hour, if she will +permit me."</p> +<p>Having shaved and bathed, and donned a change of clothes, +Desmond set off accompanied by Surendra Nath to visit the ladies. +He found them on a long shallow boat, in a cabin constructed of +laths and mats filling one end of the light craft. The Babu made +the introduction, then effaced himself.</p> +<p>A lady, whose voice seemed to waken an echo in Desmond's memory, +said:</p> +<p>"How do you do, Mr. Burke? I have heard of you in my husband's +letters. Is the dear man well?"</p> +<p>"He is in good health, ma'am, but somewhat anxious to have you +back again."</p> +<p>"Dear man! What is he anxious about? Mr. Watts seemed anxious +also to get rid of us. He was vexed that Mrs. Watts is too much +indisposed to accompany us. And Mr. Warren Hastings, who was to +escort us, was quite angry because he had to go to one of the +out-factories instead. I do not understand why these gentlemen are +so much disturbed."</p> +<p>Desmond saw that Mrs. Merriman had been deliberately kept in +ignorance of the grounds of the Englishmen's anxiety, and was +seeking on the spur of the moment for a means to divert her from +the subject, when he was spared the necessity. Miss Merriman had +been looking at him curiously, and she now turned to her mother and +said something in a tone inaudible to Desmond.</p> +<p>"La! you don't say so, my dear," exclaimed the lady.</p> +<p>"Why. Mr. Burke, my daughter tells me that we have met you +before."</p> +<p>His vague recollection of Mrs. Merriman's voice being thus so +suddenly confirmed, he recalled, as from a far distant past, a +scene upon Hounslow Heath; a coach that stood perilously near the +ditch, a girl at the horses' heads, a lady stamping her foot at two +servants wrestling in drunken stupidity on the ground.</p> +<p>"You never gave us an opportunity of thanking you," continued +Mrs. Merriman. "'Twas not kind of you, Mr. Burke, to slip away thus +without a word after doing two poor lone women such a service."</p> +<p>"Indeed, ma'am, 'twas with no discourteous intention, but seeing +you were safe with your friends I--I--in short, ma'am--"</p> +<p>Desmond stopped in confusion, at a loss for a satisfactory +explanation. The ladies were smiling.</p> +<p>"You thought to flee our acknowledgments," said Mrs. Merriman. +"La, la, I know; I have a young brother of my own. But you shall +not escape them now, and what is more, I shall see that Merriman, +poor man, adds his, for I am sure he has forgiven you your +exploit."</p> +<p>The younger lady laughed outright, while Desmond looked from one +to the other. What did they mean?</p> +<p>"Indeed, ma'am," he said, "I had no idea--"</p> +<p>"That there was need for forgiveness?" said the lady, taking him +up. "But indeed there was-eh, Phyllis?</p> +<p>"Mr. Burke," she added, with a sudden solemnity, "a few minutes +after you left us at Soho Square Merriman rode up, and I assure you +I nearly swooned, poor man! and hardly had strength to send for the +surgeon. It needed three stitches--and he such a handsome man, +too."</p> +<p>A horrid suspicion flashed through Desmond's mind. He remembered +the scar on Mr. Merriman's brow, and that it was a scarcely healed +wound when he met him with Clive on that unfortunate occasion in +Billiter Street.</p> +<p>"Surely, ma'am, you don't mean--the highwayman?"</p> +<p>"Indeed I do. That is just it. Your highwayman was--Mr. +Merriman. Fancy the hurt to his feelings, to say nothing of his +good looks. Fie, fie, Mr. Burke!"</p> +<p>For a moment Desmond did not know whether embarrassment or +amazement was uppermost with him. It was bad enough to have tripped +Mr. Merriman up in the muddy street; but to have also dealt him a +blow of which he would retain the mark to his dying day--"This is +terrible!" he thought. Still there was an element of absurdity in +the adventure that appealed to his sense of the ridiculous. But he +felt the propriety of being apologetic, and was about to express +his regret for his mistake when Mrs. Merriman interrupted him with +a smile:</p> +<p>"But there, Mr. Burke, he bears you no grudge, I am sure. He is +the essence of good temper. It was a mistake; he saw that when I +explained; and when he had vented his spleen on the coachman next +day he owned that it was a plucky deed in you to take charge of us, +and indeed he said that you was a mighty good whip; although," she +added laughing, "you was a trifle heavy in hand."</p> +<p>Desmond felt bound to make a full confession. He related the +incident of his encounter with Merriman in London--how he had +toppled him over in the mud--wondering how the ladies would take +it. He was relieved when they received his story with a peal of +laughter.</p> +<p>"Oh, mamma; and it was his new frock!" said Phyllis.</p> +<p>"La, so it was, just fresh from Mr. Small's in Wigmore +Street--forty guineas and no less!"</p> +<p>"Well, ma'am, I'm already forgiven for that; I trust that with +your good favor my earlier indiscretion will be forgiven."</p> +<p>"Indeed it shall be, Mr. Burke, I promise you. Now tell me: what +brings you here?"</p> +<p>Desmond explained his errand in a few words. The ladies wished +him a prosperous journey, and said they would hope to see him in a +few days on his return. He left them, feeling that he had gained +friends, and with a new motive, of which he was only vaguely +conscious, to a speedy accomplishment of his business.</p> +<p>On the evening of the sixth day after leaving Calcutta there +came into sight a church of considerable size, which Surendra Nath +explained was the temple of the Armenian colony of Cossimbazar. +Passing this, and leaving a maze of native dwellings and the French +factory on the left, the travelers reached the Dutch factory, and +beyond this the English settlement and fort.</p> +<p>Leaving the Babu to arrange quarters for the peons in the native +part of the town, Desmond hastened on past the stables and the +hospital to the factory. It was a rough oblong in shape, defended +at each corner by a bastion mounted with ten guns, the bastions +being connected by massive curtains. In the south curtain, windowed +for the greater part of its length, was the gateway. Desmond was +admitted by a native servant, and in a few minutes found himself in +the presence of the chief, Mr. William Watts.</p> +<p>Mr. Watts was a tall man of near forty years--of striking +presence, with firm chin, pleasant mouth, and eyes of peculiar +depth and brilliance. He was clad in a long purple-laced coat, with +ruffles at the wrists and a high stock, and wore the short curled +wig of the period. He welcomed Desmond with great cordiality, and, +glancing over Mr. Merriman's letter, said:</p> +<p>"My friend Mr. Merriman needlessly disturbs himself, I think. I +apprehend no immediate difficulty with the new Subah, although 'tis +true there have been little vexations. As to the goods, they are in +Coja Solomon's godown; they were delivered some time ago and paid +for; what the reason of the delay is I cannot tell. One thing I may +mention--it appears that Mr. Merriman is ignorant of it: Coja +Solomon has lately become the agent of Omichand, whose peons have +been seen to visit him, then passing on to Murshidabad. I happen to +know also that he has communicated with Coja Wajid: do you know +anything of him?"</p> +<p>"No, sir; I have never heard his name."</p> +<p>"He's a rich Armenian trader in Hugli, and acts as agent between +the Nawab and the French and Dutch. We suspect him of encouraging +Sirajuddaula against us; but of course we can't prove anything. My +advice to you is, be wary and be quick; don't trust any of these +fellows further than you can see them. But you can't do anything +tonight. You will allow me to give you a bed: in the morning you +can make a call on Coja Solomon. What has become of your +peons?"</p> +<p>"A Babu I brought with me is looking after them. But I have an +English seaman also: can you tell me what to do with him?"</p> +<p>"Sure he can lodge with Sergeant Bowler close by--near the +southeast bastion. The sergeant will be glad of the company of a +fellow countryman; your man will be a change after the Dutchmen and +topasses he has to do with."</p> +<p>Early next morning Desmond, accompanied by Surendra Nath, went +to find Coja Solomon. He lived in a house not far from the Armenian +church, between it and the river. The Armenian was at home. He +received Desmond with great politeness, assuring him with much +volubility that he had but one interest in life, and that was the +business of his honorable employer, Mr. Merriman. He invited +Desmond to accompany him to the godown near the river where the +goods were stored--muslins of Dacca, both plain and flowered, +Bengal raw silk, and taffeties manufactured in Cossimbazar.</p> +<p>"You have not been long in the country, sir," said Coja Solomon, +with a shrewd look at Desmond, "and therefore you will find it hard +to believe, perhaps, that these goods, so insignificant in bulk, +are worth over two lakhs of rupees. A precious load indeed, sir. +This delay is naturally a cause of vexation to my distinguished +superior, but it is not due to any idleness or inattention on my +part. It is caused by the surprising difficulty of getting the +dastaks countersigned by the Faujdar {officer in command of troops, +and also a magistrate}--Without his signature, as you know, the +goods can not be removed. I dare not venture."</p> +<p>"But why didn't the Faujdar sign the papers?"</p> +<p>"That I cannot tell. I send messengers to him: they come back: +the Faujdar is much occupied with the Nawab's business, but he will +attend to this little matter as soon as he has leisure. He calls it +a little matter; and so it is, perhaps, if we remember that the +Nawab's wealth is reckoned by millions; but it is not a little +matter to Mr. Merriman, and I deeply deplore the unfortunate +delay."</p> +<p>"Well, be good enough to send another message at once. Represent +to the Faujdar that Mr. Merriman's ship is prevented from sailing +until the goods reach Calcutta, and that this causes great +inconvenience and loss."</p> +<p>Here the Babu whispered in his ear.</p> +<p>"Yes, and add--you will know how to put it--that if the dastaks +are sent off immediately, the Faujdar will receive from Mr. +Merriman a suitable gratification."</p> +<p>The Armenian rubbed his hands and smilingly assented; but +Desmond, who had had some practice in reading faces since he left +Market Drayton eighteen months before, felt an uneasy suspicion +that Coja Solomon was a scamp. Returning to the factory, he +acquainted Mr. Watts with the result of his interview and his +opinion of the agent. The chief's eye twinkled.</p> +<p>"You haven't been long reckoning him up, Mr. Burke. I'm afraid +you're right. I'll see what I can do for you."</p> +<p>Calling "Qui hai {'Is there any one?'--used as a summons}!" he +ordered the peon who appeared in answer to his summons to go to the +black merchants' houses, a row of two-story buildings some forty +yards from the southwest bastion, and bring back with him Babu Joti +Lal Chatterji.</p> +<p>In less than ten minutes the man returned with an +intelligent-looking young Bengali. Mr. Watts addressed the latter +in Hindustani, bidding him hasten to Murshidabad and find out +quietly what the Faujdar was doing with the dastaks. When he had +gone, Mr. Watts showed Desmond over the fort, introduced him to his +wife, and then took him round the English settlement.</p> +<p>Next day Joti Lal Chatterji returned from Murshidabad with the +news that the dastaks, duly signed by the Faujdar, had been +delivered to Coja Solomon a fortnight before.</p> +<p>"'Tis rather worse than I expected," said Mr. Watts gravely. +"There is something in this that I do not understand. We will send +for Coja Solomon."</p> +<p>No one could have seemed more genuinely surprised than the +Armenian when informed of what had been learned. He had received no +dastaks, he declared; either a mistake had been made, or the papers +had been intercepted, possibly by some enemy who had a grudge +against him and wished to embroil him with his employer. It was +annoying, he agreed; and he offered to go to Murshidabad himself +and, if necessary, get other dastaks signed.</p> +<p>"Very well," said Mr. Watts, from whose manner no one could have +guessed that he suspected his visitor. "We shall look for you +tomorrow."</p> +<p>The man departed. Nothing was heard of him for two days. Then a +letter arrived, saying that he remained in Murshidabad, awaiting +the return of the Faujdar, who had been summoned to Rajmahal by the +Nawab Sirajuddaula. Three more days slipped by, and nothing further +was heard from Coja Solomon.</p> +<p>Desmond became more and more impatient. Bulger suggested that +they should break into the godown and remove the goods without any +ceremony--a course that Desmond himself was not disinclined to +adopt; but when he hinted at it to Mr. Watts that gentleman's look +of horror could not have been more expressive if his consent had +been asked to commit a crime.</p> +<p>"Why, Mr. Burke, if we acted in that impetuous way we'd have all +Bengal at our throats. Trade must pass through the usual channels; +to convey goods from here to Calcutta without a dastak would be a +grave misdemeanor, if not high treason; and it would get us into +very hot water with the Nawab. I can only advise patience."</p> +<p>One morning, Desmond had just finished breakfast with Mr. Watts +and his wife, when Lieutenant Elliott, in command of the garrison, +came unceremoniously into the room.</p> +<p>"Mr. Watts," he said, "the fat's in the fire. A lot of the +Nawab's Persian cavalry have come into the town during the night. +They have surrounded the French and Dutch factories and are coming +on here."</p> +<p>"Don't be alarmed, my dear," said the chief, as his wife started +up in a state of panic; "'tis only one of the Nawab's tricks. He +has used that means of extorting money before. We'll buy them off, +never fear."</p> +<p>But it was soon seen that the troops had come with a more +serious purpose. They completely invested the factory, and next day +withdrew the guards that had been placed around the French and +Dutch forts, and confined their whole attention to the British. Mr. +Watts withdrew all the garrison and officials behind the bastioned +walls of the fort, and fearing that an attack in force would be +made upon him, despatched a kasid {courier} to Calcutta with an +urgent request for reinforcements.</p> +<p>While waiting anxiously for the reply, he took stock of his +position. His garrison numbered only fifty men all told, half of +them being Dutch deserters and the remainder half-caste topasses, +with only two English officers, Lieutenant Elliott and Sergeant +Bowler. The guns of the fort were old; and within a few yards of +the walls were houses that would afford excellent cover to the +enemy. Without help resistance for any length of time was +impossible, and to resist at all meant a declaration of war against +the Nawab, and would entail serious consequences--possibly involve +the total ruin of the Company in Bengal. In this difficult position +Mr. Watts hoped that an opportunity of making an arrangement with +the besiegers would offer itself. Meanwhile, pending the arrival of +instructions from Calcutta, he gave orders that any attempt to +force an entrance to the fort was to be repelled.</p> +<p>But no letters came from Calcutta. Though several were +despatched, none of them reached Cossimbazar. On June first +Ridurlabh, in command of the besiegers, received orders from the +Nawab, now at Murshidabad, to take the fort. He came to the gate +and tried to force an entrance, but hurriedly withdrew when he met +Sergeant Bowler's gleaming bayonet and saw the gunners standing by +with lighted matches in their hands.</p> +<p>By and by he sent a messenger asking Mr. Watts to come out and +parley. and offering a betel, the usual native pledge of safe +conduct. Against the advice of Lieutenant Elliott, Mr. Watts +decided to leave the fort and visit the Nawab himself. Next day, +therefore, with Mr. Forth, the surgeon, and two servants, he +departed, cheerfully declaring that he would make all right with +Sirajuddaula. Mr. Forth returned a day later with the news that on +reaching the Nawab's tent both he and Mr. Watts had had their arms +bound behind their backs and been led as prisoners into +Sirajuddaula's presence. The Nawab had demanded their signatures to +a document binding the English at Calcutta to demolish their +fortifications. Mr. Watts explained that the signatures of two +other members of his Council were required, hoping that the delay +would allow time for help to reach him from Calcutta. After some +hesitation two gentlemen left the fort with the surgeon.</p> +<p>The same evening Mr. Forth once more returned to inform the +garrison that the members of Council had likewise been imprisoned, +and that Mr. Watts recommended Lieutenant Elliott to deliver up the +fort and ammunition.</p> +<p>The merchants in the factory were aghast; Lieutenant Elliott +fumed with indignation; but they saw that they had no alternative. +Their chief had been removed by treachery; to resist was hopeless; +and though such submission to a native was galling they could but +recognize their helplessness and make the best of a bad situation. +Desmond, besides sharing in their anger, had a further cause for +concern in the almost certain loss of Mr. Merriman's goods. But the +fort would not be given up till next day, and before he retired to +rest he received a message that turned his thoughts into another +channel and made him set his wits to work.</p> +<p>During the siege natives had been allowed to go freely in and +out between the fort and the settlement; Ridurlabh was confident in +his superior numbers and could afford to regard with indifference +the despatch of messages to Calcutta. A messenger came to Desmond +in the evening from Surendra Nath, to say that Coja Solomon had +returned to Cossimbazar, and was now loading up Mr. Merriman's +goods in petalas {cargo boats}, their destination being +Murshidabad. Desmond saw at once that the Armenian was taking +advantage of the disturbance to make away with the goods for his +own behoof. He could always pretend afterwards that his godown had +been plundered. It was pretty clear, too, that his long detention +of the goods must be due to his having had a hint of the Nawab's +plans.</p> +<p>This news reached Desmond just after Mr. Forth had brought +orders for the surrender of the fort. He kept his own counsel. +After his experience at Gheria he was resolved not to be made a +prisoner again; but he would not be content with merely saving his +own skin. Mr. Merriman's goods were valuable; it touched Desmond's +self esteem to think he should be bested by a rascally Armenian. If +there had been any prospect of a fight in defense of the fort he +would have stayed to take his part in it; but as the factory was to +be given up without a struggle he saw no reason for considering +anything except the interests of Mr. Merriman and himself.</p> +<p>Only one thing gave him a slight qualm. The equities of the case +were perfectly clear; but he had some doubt as to the issue if it +should become known that he had forcibly made off with the goods. +The relations between the Nawab and the Company were so strained, +and the circumstances of the moment so dangerous, that such action +on his part might prove the spark to a train of gunpowder. But he +could not help thinking that the Nawab was in any case bent on +picking a quarrel with the Company; anything that Desmond might do +would be but one petty incident in a possible campaign; meanwhile +the goods were worth two lakhs of rupees, a serious loss to Mr. +Merriman if Coja Solomon's plans succeeded; an effort to save them +was surely worth the risk, and they could only be saved if he could +secure them before the Armenian's boats had started for +Murshidabad.</p> +<p>He did not take long to decide upon a plan. Calling the native +who had attended him in the fort, he sent him out to Surendra Nath +with instructions to prepare his peons for instant action. Bulger +was with them; he had been absent from Bowler's house when the +order came to retire to the fort, and only just succeeded in +joining Surendra Nath before the investment began.</p> +<p>From Joti Lal Chatterji, the man whom Mr. Watts had employed to +make inquiries in Murshidabad, the servant was to get a dress such +as would be worn by a khitmatgar {table servant}, and some material +for staining the skin. In the darkness Desmond hoped that he might +pass without question for a native so long as disguise was +necessary. Within an hour the man returned, bringing the articles +required.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch21" id="Ch21">Chapter 21</a>: In which Coja Solomon +finds dishonesty the worse policy; and a journey down the Hugli +little to his liking.</h2> +<p>The short twilight was thickening into darkness when Desmond, +with face, legs, and arms stained brown, slipped out of the fort in +native dress and walked slowly towards the houses of the native +merchants. In his hand he carried a small bundle. Reaching the +house where his party was staying, kept by one Abdul Kader, he +almost betrayed himself by forgetting to slip off his sandals as he +entered. But he bethought himself in time and was admitted without +question.</p> +<p>He found that he was not a moment too soon. Bulger had taken up +his quarters there with a very bad grace, the arrival of the +Nawab's army having aroused in him the fighting spirit of the +sturdy British tar. But when the news ran through the settlement +that the fort was to be given up his feelings overcame him, and it +was only with the greatest difficulty that Surendra Nath had +persuaded him to wait patiently for orders from Desmond. Then the +Babu himself had quitted the house, and Bulger was left without the +restraint of anyone who could speak English. He was on the point of +casting off all prudence and stalking out, like Achilles from his +tent, when Desmond arrived.</p> +<p>"By thunder, sir!" he said, when he had recovered from his +astonishment at seeing Desmond in native dress, "I en't a-goin' to +surrender to no Moors, sure as my name's Bulger. 'Tis a downright +scandalous shame; that's what I call it."</p> +<p>"Well, you can tell Mr. Watts so if ever you see him. At present +we have no time to waste in talk. Where is Surendra Nath?"</p> +<p>"Gone to keep his weather eye on the codger's godown, sir."</p> +<p>"Which shows he's a man of sense. Are all the men here?"</p> +<p>"So far as I know, sir. I may be wrong."</p> +<p>"Well, they'll make their way in small parties down to the +river. 'Tis dark enough now; they will not be noticed, and they can +steal along the bank under the trees until they come near Coja +Solomon's ghat. You must come with me."</p> +<p>"Very good, sir," replied Bulger, hitching up his breeches and +drawing his hanger.</p> +<p>"But not like that. You'll have to get those black whiskers of +yours shaved, my man. If they grew all over you'd pass perhaps for +a Moor; but not with a fringe like that. And you must stain your +face; I have the stuff in this bundle; and we'll borrow a dhoti and +sandals from Abdul Kader. We'll dress you up between us."</p> +<p>Bulger looked aghast.</p> +<p>"Dash my buttons, sir, I'll look like a November guy! What would +my mates say, a-seein' me dressed up like a stuffed Moor at +Smithfield fair--a penny a shy, sir?"</p> +<p>"Your mates are not here to see you, and if you hold your tongue +they'll never know it."</p> +<p>"But what about this little corkscrew o' mine, sir? I don't see +any ways o' dressin' that up."</p> +<p>"You can stick it into your dhoti. Now here are soap and a +razor; I give you ten minutes to shave and get your face stained; +Abdul Kader will help. Quick's the word, man."</p> +<p>A quarter of an hour later Desmond left the house with Bulger, +the latter, in spite of the darkness, looking very much ashamed of +himself. The other members of the party had already gone towards +the river. Walking very slowly until they had safely cleared the +lines of the investing troops, the two hurried their pace and about +half-past eight reached the Armenian godown. The three boats +containing Mr. Merriman's goods were moored at the ghat. A number +of men were on board, and bales were still being carried down by +the light of torches. It appeared that Coja Solomon had no +intention of leaving until the factory was actually in Rai +Durlabh's hands.</p> +<p>Desmond had already decided that, to legalize his position, he +must gain possession of the dastaks. Not that they would help him +much if, as was only too probable, Coja Solomon should be backed up +by the Nawab. As soon as it was discovered that the goods had been +carried off, kasids would undoubtedly be sent along the banks, +possibly swift boats would set off down the river in pursuit, and, +dastaks or no dastaks, the goods would be impounded at Khulna or +Hugli and himself arrested. It was therefore of the first +importance that the loss of the boats should not be discovered +until he was well on his way, and to insure this he must secure the +person of Coja Solomon. If that could be done there was a chance of +delaying the pursuit, or preventing it altogether.</p> +<p>Desmond kept well in the shelter of the palm trees as he made +his observation of the ghat. He wondered where Surendra Nath was, +but could not waste time in looking for him. Retracing his steps +with Bulger for a little distance, he came to a spot on the river +bank where the rest of his party were waiting in a boat, moored to +an overhanging tree. He ordered the men to land; then, leaving +Bulger in charge of them, he selected three of the armed peons and +with them made his way across paddy {rice} fields toward the +Armenian's house, a hundred yards or so from the bank.</p> +<p>Light came through the reed-screened window. Bidding the men +remain outside and rush in if he called them, he left the shelter +of the trees and, approaching the door, stumbled over the darwan +lying across the threshold.</p> +<p>"Hai, darwan!" he said, with the bluntness of servant addressing +servant; "sleeping again! Go and tell your master I'm here to see +him: a khitmatgar from the fort."</p> +<p>The man rose sleepily and preceded him into the house. He made +the announcement, salaamed and retired. Desmond went in.</p> +<p>In a little room on the ground floor Coja Solomon reclined on a +divan, smoking his hubblebubble. A small oil lamp burnt on a +bracket above his head. He looked up as Desmond entered; if he +thought that his visitor was somewhat better set-up than the +average khitmatgar, he did not suspect any disguise. The light was +dim, and Coja Solomon was old.</p> +<p>"Good evening, Khwaja," said Desmond quietly.</p> +<p>The man jumped as if shot.</p> +<p>"No, don't get up, and don't make a noise. My business with you +will not take long. I will ask you to hand over Mr. Merriman's +dastaks. I know that they are in your possession. I have come to +get them, and to take away the goods--Mr. Merriman's goods."</p> +<p>The Armenian had meanwhile removed the mouthpiece of his +hubblebubble, and was bending over as if to replace it by one of +several that lay on a shelf at his right hand. But Desmond noticed +that beneath the shelf stood a small gong. He whipped out a pistol, +and pointed it full at the merchant.</p> +<p>"Don't touch that," he said curtly. "I have not come unprepared, +as you see. Your plans are known to me. If you value your life you +will do as I wish, without delay or disturbance. My men are +outside; a word from me will bring them swarming in. Now, the +dastaks!"</p> +<p>Coja Solomon was an Armenian and a merchant; in neither capacity +a fighting man. In a contest of wits he could be as cool and as +ready as any man in Bengal; but he had no skill in arms and no +physical courage. There was an air of determination about his +visitor that impressed him; and he felt by no means comfortable +within point-blank range of the pistol covering him so completely. +If his thoughts had been read, they would have run somewhat thus: +"Pistols have been known to go off accidentally. What will the +goods profit me if such an accident happen now? Besides, even if I +yield there may still be a chance of saving them. It is a long way +to Calcutta: the river is low: God be praised the rains have not +begun! There are shallows and rocks along its course: the boats +must go slowly: and the Nawab's horsemen can soon outstrip them on +the banks. The dog of an Englishman thinks he has outwitted me: we +shall see. And he is only a youth: let us see if Coja Solomon is +not a match for him."</p> +<p>Rising to his feet, he smiled and shrugged, and spread out his +hands deprecatingly.</p> +<p>"It is true the dastaks are here," he said suavely, "but they +only reached me yesterday, and indeed, as soon as I received them, +I had the goods put on board the boats for transit to +Calcutta."</p> +<p>"That is very fortunate," said Desmond. "It will save my time. +As Mr. Merriman's representative I will take over the goods--with +the dastaks."</p> +<p>"If you will excuse me, I will fetch them."</p> +<p>"Stay!" said Desmond, as the man moved toward the door. He had +not lowered the pistol. "Where are they?"</p> +<p>"They are in my office beside the godown."</p> +<p>"Very well. It would be a pity to trouble you to bring them +here. I will go with you. Will you lead the way?"</p> +<p>He knew it was a lie. Valuable papers would not be left in a hut +of an office, and he had already noticed a curiously wrought almara +{cabinet} at one end of the room--just the place to keep +documents.</p> +<p>There was the shadow of a scowl on the Armenian's face. The man +hesitated; then walked towards the door: stopped as if at a sudden +recollection; and turned to Desmond with a bland smile.</p> +<p>"I was forgetting," he said, "I brought the papers here for +safety's sake."</p> +<p>He went to the almara, searched for a moment, and handed two +papers to Desmond.</p> +<p>"There, sir," he said, with a quite paternal smile; "you take +the responsibility. In these unfortunate circumstances"--he waved +his hand in the direction of the factory--"it is, believe me, a +relief to me to see the last of these papers.</p> +<p>"That is well."</p> +<p>But Desmond, as he took the papers, felt himself in a quandary. +Though he could speak, he could not read Hindustani! The papers +might not be the dastaks after all. What was he to do?</p> +<p>The peons were not likely to be able to read. He scanned the +papers. There was the name Merriman in English characters, but all +the rest was in native script. The smile hovering on the Armenian's +face annoyed Desmond, and he was still undecided what to do when a +voice at his elbow gave him welcome relief.</p> +<p>"Babu Surendra Nath Chuckerbutti," announced the darwan.</p> +<p>The Babu entered.</p> +<p>"Come and tell me if these are our dastaks," said Desmond.</p> +<p>The Babu ran his eyes over the papers, and declared:</p> +<p>"Yes, sir, they are the identical papers, and I perceive the +signature of the Faujdar is dated three weeks ago."</p> +<p>"Thank you," said Desmond.</p> +<p>"Now, Coja Solomon, I must ask you to come with me."</p> +<p>"Why, sir--" began the Armenian, no longer smiling.</p> +<p>"I will explain to you by and by.--</p> +<p>"What is it, Surendra Nath?"</p> +<p>The Babu whispered a word or two in his ear.</p> +<p>"A happy thought!" said Desmond. "Surendra Nath suggests that I +should borrow that excellent robe I see yonder, Khwaja; and your +turban also. They will become me better than this khitmatgar's +garb, I doubt not."</p> +<p>Coja Solomon looked on helplessly as Desmond exchanged his +meaner garments for the richer clothes of his unwilling host.</p> +<p>"Now we will go. You will tell the darwan that you have gone +down to the ghat, so that if a question is asked he will be at no +loss for an answer."</p> +<p>In the faint light of the rising moon the barrel of the pistol +gleamed as they came into the open. The Armenian marched between +Desmond and the Babu. Behind came the three peons, moving as +silently as ghosts.</p> +<p>"The Khwaja," said Desmond to them in the Armenian's hearing, as +they reached the ghat, "is coming a little way with us down the +river.</p> +<p>"You, Kristodas Das, will go and tell Bulger Sahib that I wish +him to follow the Khwaja's boats at a few yards' distance, and to +be prepared to board at any moment.</p> +<p>"You," turning to the other two peons, "will come with me. The +Khwaja will send word to his durwan that he is going to Murshidabad +by river and will not return tonight; his house is to be locked up. +The Khwaja will, I am sure, give these orders correctly, for +Surendra Nath will understand better than I what he says."</p> +<p>With the Babu, the two peons, and Coja Solomon, who was now +obviously ill at ease, Desmond went down the ghat to the place +where the crews of the petalas were assigned to him. The man dared +not depart by a jot from the words put into his mouth. One of his +coolies left with the message, the rest followed their employer on +board with Desmond and his companions, and in a few minutes the +three boats were cast off and stood upstream. As they started +Desmond saw the boat containing Bulger and his men slip from the +shade of the trees and begin to creep after them.</p> +<p>The boats had not gone more than a couple of hundred yards +upstream when Coja Solomon, at Desmond's orders, bade the men row +toward the opposite shore and turn the boats' heads round, +explaining that he had decided after all to convey the goods to +Hugli. There was some grumbling among the crew, who had expected to +go to Murshidabad, and did not relish the prospect of the longer +voyage. But the Armenian, knowing that every word was overheard by +Desmond's men, made haste to pacify the boatmen.</p> +<p>It was by no means easy work getting down the river. The boats +were flat bottomed and drew very little water; but the stream being +very low, they stuck fast time after time in the shallows. By day +the boatmen might have picked their way more carefully, but the +moon was new and shed too little light for river navigation. More +than once they had to leap overboard and, wading, shove and haul +until the boats came off the mud banks into practicable water +again. They rowed hard when the course was clear, encouraged by +promises of liberal bakshish made by their employer at Desmond's +prompting. But the interruptions were so frequent that the dawn +found the boats only some thirty miles from their starting-point. +The river being here a little deeper, Desmond could afford to let +the rowers take a much-needed rest, while the boats floated down +with the stream.</p> +<p>But as the day wore on the river again played them false, and +progress was at times reduced to scarcely more than two miles an +hour. Things had been uncomfortable in the night, but the +discomforts were increased tenfold in the day. It was the hottest +season of the year; out of the clear sky the sun's rays beat down +with pitiless ferocity; the whole landscape was a-quiver with heat; +all things seemed to swoon under the oppression. The petalas, being +cargo boats, were not provided with any accommodation or +conveniences for passengers; and Desmond's thoughts as he lay +panting on his mat, haggard from want of sleep, faint from want of +food--for though there was rice on board, and the men ate freely, +he had no appetite for that--reverted to the worst period of his +imprisonment in Gheria, and he recalled the sufferings he had +endured there.</p> +<p>Here at least he was free. His journey had so far been +unmolested, and he hoped that the happy chance that had favored him +at Cossimbazar would not fail him now.</p> +<p>He was in a fever of impatience; yet the men were doing their +best. They passed the mud walls of Cutwa; another stage of the +journey was safely completed; but twelve miles lower down there was +a post at Path; and with every mile the danger grew.</p> +<p>Desmond talked over the situation with the Babu. Surendra Nath +agreed that by nightfall, if no unforeseen delay occurred, they +might hope to be in the neighborhood of Khulna, and arrive there +before any messenger carrying news of the escape.</p> +<p>But there was little or no chance of the same good fortune at +Hugli. The prize was so valuable that every effort would certainly +be made to stop them. A whole day or more might pass before the +reason of Coja Solomon's absence was discovered. But when the +discovery was made fast runners would be sent to Khulna and Hugli, +and by relays the distance between Cossimbazar and Hugli could be +covered in twenty-four hours. Supposing such a messenger started at +nightfall on June fifth, nearly twenty-four hours after Coja +Solomon's disappearance, he might well get to Hugli long before the +fugitive boats, even if they were rowed all night without +cessation; and the men were already so much fatigued that such +continuous exertion could hardly be expected of them.</p> +<p>There was a further danger. If the news of the capture of +Cossimbazar Fort had preceded him, he might be stopped at any of +the riverside places without any reference to Coja Solomon's +abduction, pending orders from the Nawab. Desmond's anxiety would +have been largely increased had he known that Sirajuddaula, before +his men had actually marched into the fort, had already started +with the bulk of his forces on his fateful march to Calcutta.</p> +<p>Desmond was still in conversation with the Babu when the little +flotilla came in sight of Patli. Its approach was observed. A boat +put off from the ghat, and awaited the arrival of Desmond's boat in +midstream. As it came alongside an official ordered the men to +cease rowing and demanded to know who was the owner of the goods on +board and to see the dastaks. The Babu, to whom Desmond had +intrusted the papers, showed them to the man; he scanned them, said +that he was satisfied, and rowed back to the ghat.</p> +<p>Evidently he had no suspicions. During the short colloquy +Desmond kept close beside the Armenian, who was well known to the +riverside official; but Coja Solomon was thoroughly scared, and had +not the presence of mind to do anything more than to acknowledge +the customary salaam.</p> +<p>Desmond breathed freely once more now that Path was passed. But +two-thirds of the journey still remained to be completed, and he +dare not hope that at his slow rate of progress he would be able +always to keep ahead of information from Cossimbazar. Seeing that +he could not hasten his journey, he wondered whether it was +possible to put pursuers off the scent. After thinking for a while +he said to the Babu, out of hearing of the Armenian:</p> +<p>"I have an idea, Surendra Nath: tell me what you think of it. +Did you not tell me as we came up that there is a gumashta {agent} +of the Company at Santipur?"</p> +<p>"Certainly I did, sir."</p> +<p>"Well, as we are, I fear, sure to be cut off by water, may we +not take to the land? Could not the gumashta get us a dozen +hackeris {bullock carts}? We could transfer the goods to them and +elude our pursuers perhaps long enough for help to arrive from +Calcutta."</p> +<p>"That is good counsel, sir; why should we not do so?"</p> +<p>Accordingly, when they came to the spot where the high road +crossed the river by a ford, Desmond ordered his men to row in to +the left bank. Selecting two men who knew the country, he bade them +land and make the best speed in carrying out instructions which he +proceeded to give them.</p> +<p>"You, Mohun Lal," he said, "will go to Santipur, quickly, +avoiding observation, and request the gumashta in Merriman Sahib's +name to have twelve hackeris, or as many as he can collect, ready +to receive loads two or three hours before tomorrow's dawn. He must +get them from the villages, not from Khulna or Amboa, and he must +not tell anyone why he requires the carts.</p> +<p>"You, Ishan, will go on to Calcutta, find Merriman Sahib, and +ask him to send a body of armed men along the Barrakpur road +towards Santipur. You will tell him what we have done, and also +that Cossimbazar Fort is in the hands of the Nawab, and Watts Sahib +a prisoner. He may know this already. You both understand?"</p> +<p>The men salaamed and started on their journey.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch22" id="Ch22">Chapter 22</a>: In which is given a +full, true, and particular account of the Battle of the Carts.</h2> +<p>Desmond expected that Mohun Lal would reach Santipur shortly +after nightfall. He himself might hope to arrive there, if not +intercepted at Khulna or Amboa, at any time between midnight and +three o'clock, according to the state of the river.</p> +<p>It was approaching dusk when he drew near to Khulna. The boats +having been tied up to the bank, as the custom was, Desmond sent +the Babu to find out from the Company's gumashta there whether news +of the capture of Cossimbazar Fort had reached the bazar, and if +any runner had come in from the north. In an hour the Babu +returned. He said that there was great excitement in the bazar: no +official messenger had arrived, but everybody was saying that the +Nawab had captured the English factory at Cossimbazar, and was +going to drive all the Firangi out of Bengal.</p> +<p>Desmond decided to take a bold course. Official news not having +arrived, he might seize the moment to present his dastaks and get +away before the customs officers found any pretext for stopping +him. Everything happened as he hoped. He met with no more +difficulty than at Path, and informing the official who examined +the dastaks that he would drop down to Amboa before tying up for +the night, he drew out again into the stream.</p> +<p>He spent some time in consultation with the serang. In a rather +desolate reach of the Hugli, he learned that in the middle of the +stream there was a small island, uninhabited save by teal and other +waterfowl, and not known to be the haunt of tigers or other beasts +of prey. Reaching this islet about ten o'clock at night, when all +river traffic had ceased, he rowed in, and landed the Armenian with +his crews.</p> +<p>"I thank you for your company, Coja Solomon," he said blandly. +'We must here part, to my regret, for I should like to have the +pleasure of witnessing your meeting with Mr. Merriman. The nights +are warm, and you will, I am sure, be quite comfortable till the +morning, when no doubt a passing boat will take you off and convey +you back to your business at Cossimbazar."</p> +<p>"I will not stay here," protested the Armenian, his face livid +with anger.</p> +<p>"Believe me, you have no choice. Let me remind you that had you +behaved honestly there would have been no reason for putting you to +the inconvenience of this tiring journey. You have brought it on +yourself."</p> +<p>Coja Solomon sullenly went up the shore. Desmond then paid the +men handsomely: they had indeed worked well, and they were +abundantly satisfied with the hire they received.</p> +<p>Leaving Coja Solomon to his bitter reflections, Desmond dropped +down to Santipur, arriving there about two o'clock in the morning. +Just before dawn ten hackeris, each yoked with two oxen, drew up +near the Company's ghat. They were accompanied by a crowd of the +inhabitants, lively with curiosity about the engagement of so many +vehicles. The gumashta came up with the first cart, his face +clouded with anxiety. He recognized the Babu at once, and said that +while he had fulfilled the order he had received on Mr. Merriman's +behalf, he had done it in fear and trembling. The whole country +knew that Cossimbazar Fort was in possession of the Nawab, and, +more than that, the Nawab had on the previous day set out with an +immense army for Calcutta. Santipur was not on the high road, and +the Company was respected there; yet the gumashta feared the people +would make an attack on the party if they suspected that they +carried goods belonging to an Englishman.</p> +<p>Hitherto Desmond had kept himself in the background. But now he +had an idea inspired by confidence in his costume. Introducing +himself to the gumashta, he asked him to give out that the party +was in command of a Firangi in the service of the Nawab, and was +conveying part of the Nawab's private equipage in advance to +Baraset, a few miles north of Calcutta, there to await the arrival +of the main army. To make the imposition more effective, he called +for the lambadar of the village and ordered him in the Nawab's name +to despatch a flotilla of twenty-five wollacks {barges} to Cutwa to +convey the official baggage.</p> +<p>The trick proved effective. Desmond found himself regarded as a +person of importance; the natives humbly salaamed to him; and, +taking matters with a high hand, he impressed a score of the +village idlers into the work of transferring his precious bales +from the boats to the hackeris. The work was accomplished in half +an hour.</p> +<p>"Bulger," said Desmond, when the loading was done, "you will +consider yourself in charge of this convoy. The Babu will interpret +for you. You will hurry on as fast as possible toward Calcutta. I +shall overtake you by and by. The people here believe that I am a +Frenchman, so you had better pass as that, too, for of course your +disguise will deceive no native in the daylight."</p> +<p>"Well I knows it." said Bulger. "They've been starin' at me like +as if I was a prize pig this half hour and more, and lookin' most +uncommon curious at my little button hook. But, sir, I don't see +any call for me to make out I'm a mounseer. 'T'ud make me uneasy +inside, sir, the very thought of eatin' what the mounseers +eat."</p> +<p>"My good man, there's no need to carry it too far. Do as you +please, only take care of the goods."</p> +<p>Except Desmond and four men whom he retained, the whole party +moved off with the hackeris towards Calcutta. The road was an +unmade track, heavy with dust, rough, execrably bad; and at the +gumashta's suggestion Desmond had arranged for three extra teams of +oxen to accompany the carts, to extricate them in case of necessity +from holes or soft places. Fortunately the weather was dry: had the +rains begun--and they were overdue--the road would have been a +slough of mud and ooze, and the journey would have been +impossible.</p> +<p>When the convoy had set off, Desmond with three men, including +the serang, returned to the empty boats. The lookers-on stared to +see the craft put off and drop down the river with a crew of one +man each: Desmond in the first, and the smaller boat that had +contained Bulger and his party trailing behind. Floating down some +four or five miles with the stream, Desmond gave the order to +scuttle the three petalas, and rowed ashore in the smaller boat. On +reaching land he got the serang to knock a hole in the bottom of +the boat, and shoved it off towards midstream, where it rapidly +filled and sank.</p> +<p>It was full daylight when Desmond and his party of three struck +off inland in a direction that would bring them upon the track of +the carts. He had a presentiment that his difficulties were only +beginning. By this time, no doubt, the news of his escapade had +been carried through the country by the swift kasids of the Nawab. +His passing at Khulna and Amboa would be reported, and a watch +would be kept for him at Hugli. If perchance a kasid or a chance +traveler entered Santipur, the trick he had practised there would +be immediately discovered; but if the messenger only touched at the +places on the direct route on the other bank, he might hope that +some time would elapse before the authorities there suspected that +he had left the river. They must soon learn that three petalas lay +wrecked in the stream below Amboa; but they could not satisfy +themselves without examination that these were the vessels of which +they were in search.</p> +<p>Tramping across two miles of fields newly sown with maize and +sorghum, he at length descried the trail of his convoy and soon +came up with it. If pursuers were indeed upon his track, only by +the greatest good fortune could he escape them. The carts creaked +along with painful slowness; the wheels halfway to the axles in +dust; now stopping altogether, now rocking like ships in a stormy +sea.</p> +<p>With his arrival and the promise of liberal bakshish the +hackeriwallahs urged the laboring oxen with their cruel goads till +Desmond, always tender with animals, could hardly endure the sight. +By nine o'clock the morning had become stiflingly hot. There was +little or no breeze, and Desmond, unused of late to active +exercise, found the heat terribly trying. But Bulger suffered still +more. A stout, florid man, he toiled along, panting, streaming with +sweat, in difficulties so manifest, that Desmond, eying him +anxiously, feared lest a stroke of apoplexy should bring him to an +untimely end.</p> +<p>The country was so flat that a string of carts could not fail to +be seen from a long distance. If noticed from the towers of Hugli +across the river, curiosity, if not suspicion, would be aroused, +and it would not take long to send over by a ford a force +sufficient to arrest and capture the party. To escape observation +it was necessary to make wide detours. At several small hamlets on +the route Desmond managed to get fresh oxen, but not enough for +complete changes of team.</p> +<p>So, through all the broiling heat of the day, at hours when no +other Europeans in all Bengal were out of doors, the convoy +struggled on, making its own road, crossing the dry beds of pools, +skirting or laboring over rugged nullahs.</p> +<p>At nightfall Desmond learned from one of the drivers that they +were still six miles short of being opposite to Hugli. The patient +Bengalis could endure no more; the oxen were done up, the men +refused to go farther without a rest. Halting at a hamlet some five +miles from the river, they rested and fed till midnight, then set +off again. It was not so insufferably hot at night, but on the +other hand they were less able to avoid obstructions: and the rest +had not been long enough to make up for the terrible exertions of +the day.</p> +<p>By daybreak they were some distance past Hugli, still keeping +about five miles from the river. Desmond was beginning to +congratulate himself that the worst was over; Barrackpur was only +about twelve miles away. But a little after dawn he caught sight of +a European on horseback crossing their track towards the river. He +was going at a walking pace, attended by two syces {grooms}. +Attracted, apparently, by the sight, unusual at this time of year, +of a string of hackeris, he wheeled his horse and cantered towards +the tail of the convoy, which was under Bulger's charge.</p> +<p>"Hai, hackeriwallah," he said in Urdu to the rearmost driver, +"to whom do these hackeris belong?"</p> +<p>"To the great Company, huzur. The sahib will tell you."</p> +<p>"The sahib--what sahib?" asked the rider in astonishment.</p> +<p>"The sahib yonder," replied the man, pointing to Bulger.</p> +<p>Bulger had been staring at the horseman, and growing more and +more red in the face. Catching the rider's surprised look, he could +contain himself no longer.</p> +<p>"By thunder! 'tis that villain Diggle!" he shouted, and rushed +forward to drag him from his horse.</p> +<p>But Diggle was not taken unawares. Setting spurs to his steed, +he caused it to spring away. Bulger raised his musket, but ere he +could fire Diggle was out of range. Keeping a careful distance he +rode leisurely along the whole convoy, and a smile of malignant +pleasure shone upon his face as he took stock of its contents.</p> +<p>Meanwhile Bulger, already repenting of his hasty action, hurried +forward to acquaint Desmond with what had happened. Diggle's smile +broadened; he halted and took a long look at the tall figure in +native dress to whom Bulger was so excitedly speaking. Then, +turning his horse in the direction of the river, he spoke over his +shoulder to his syces and galloped away, followed by them at a +run.</p> +<p>"You were a fool, Bulger," said Desmond testily. "This may lead +to no end of trouble."</p> +<p>Bulger looked penitent, and wrathful, and overwhelmed.</p> +<p>"We must try to hurry," added Desmond to Surendra Nath. "Promise +the men more bakshish: don't stint."</p> +<p>For two hours longer they pushed on with all the speed of which +the jaded beasts were capable. Every now and again Desmond looked +anxiously back, hoping against hope that they would not be pursued. +But he knew that Diggle had recognized him, and being prepared for +the worst, he began to rack his brains for some means of +defense.</p> +<p>Misfortune seemed to dog him. Two of the oxen collapsed. It was +necessary to distribute the loads of their hackeris among the +others. The march was delayed, and when the convoy was again under +way, its progress was slower than ever.</p> +<p>It had, indeed, barely started, when in the distance Desmond +spied a horseman cantering towards them. A few minutes revealed him +as Diggle. He rode up almost within musket shot, then turned and +trotted back.</p> +<p>What was the meaning of his action? Desmond, from his position +near the foremost hackeri, could see nothing more. But, a few yards +ahead of him, to the right of the track, there was a low artificial +mound, possibly the site of an ancient temple, standing at the edge +of a nullah, its top some ten or twelve feet above the surrounding +plain. Hastening to this he gained the summit, and, looking back, +saw a numerous body of men on foot advancing rapidly from the +direction in which the horseman had come. In twenty minutes they +would have come up with the convoy. He must turn at bay.</p> +<p>He glanced anxiously around. He was in the midst of an almost +bare sun-baked plain, the new-sown fields awaiting the rains to +spring into verdure. Here and there were clumps of trees--the +towering palmyra with its fan-shaped foliage, the bamboo with its +feathery branches, the plantain, throwing its immense leaves of +vivid green into every fantastic form. There was no safety on the +plain.</p> +<p>But below him was the nullah, thirty feet deep, eighty yards +wide, soon to be a swollen torrent dashing towards the Hugli, but +now dry. Its sides were in parts steep, and unscalable in face of +determined resistance. In a moment Desmond saw the utmost of +possibility.</p> +<p>Running back to the convoy, he turned its head towards the +mound, and, calling every man to the help of the oxen, he dragged +the carts one by one to the top. There he caused the beasts to be +unyoked, and placed the hackeris, their poles interlocked, so as to +form a rough semicircular breastwork around the summit of the +mound. For a moment he hesitated in deciding what to do with the +cattle. Should he keep them within his little intrenchment? If they +took fright they might stampede and do mischief; in any case they +would be in the way, and he resolved to send them all off under +charge of such of the drivers as were too timid to remain. He +noticed that the Babu was quivering with alarm.</p> +<p>"Surendra Nath," he said, "this is no place for you. Slip away +quietly; go towards Calcutta; and if you meet Mr. Merriman coming +in response to my message, tell him the plight we are in and ask +him to hasten to our help."</p> +<p>"I do not like to show the white feather, sir," said the +Babu.</p> +<p>"Not at all, Babu, we must have a trustworthy messenger: you are +the man. Now get away as fast as you can."</p> +<p>The Babu departed on his errand with the speed of gladness and +relief.</p> +<p>The ground sloped sharply outward from the carts, and the rear +of the position was formed by the nullah. The last two hackeris +were being placed in position when the vanguard of the pursuers, +with Diggle at their head, came to a point just out of range. The +party was larger than Desmond had estimated it to be at his first +hasty glance. There were some twenty men armed with matchlocks, and +forty with swords and lathis. All were natives.</p> +<p>His heart sank as he measured the odds against him. What was his +dismay when he saw, half a mile off, another body following up. And +these were white men! Was Diggle bringing the French of +Chandernagore into the fray?</p> +<p>Desmond posted his twelve armed peons behind the hackeris. He +gave them strict orders to fire only at the word of command, and as +they had undergone some discipline in Calcutta he hoped that, if +only in self preservation, they would maintain a certain +steadiness. Behind them he placed twelve sturdy boatmen armed with +half pikes, instructing them to take the place of the peons when +they had fired. Bulger stood at the midpoint of the semicircle; his +rough square face was a deep purple with a rim of black; his dhoti +had become loosened, leaving his great shoulders and brawny chest +bare; his turban was awry; his eyes, bloodshot with the heat, were +as the eyes of Mars himself, burning with the fire of battle.</p> +<p>The pursuers had halted. Diggle came forward, trotting his horse +up to the base of the mound. The peons fingered their matchlocks +and looked expectant; Bulger growled; but Desmond gazed calmly at +his enemy.</p> +<p>"Your disguise is excellent," said Diggle in his smoothest +tones; "but I believe I speak to Mr. Desmond Burke."</p> +<p>"Yes, Mr. Diggle," said Desmond, stepping forward.</p> +<p>"I am glad to have overtaken you. Sure you have encamped early. +I have a message from my friend the Faujdar of Hugli. By some +mistake a consignment of merchandise has been illegally removed +from Cossimbazar, and the Faujdar, understanding that the goods are +contained in these carts, bids me ask you to deliver them up to his +men, whom you see here with me."</p> +<p>Desmond was anxious to gain time. He thought out his plan of +action while Diggle was speaking. His impulsiveness prompted a flat +defiance in few words; policy counseled a formality of utterance +equal to Diggle's.</p> +<p>"These carts certainly contain merchandise, Mr. Diggle," he +said. "It is the property of Mr. Edward Merriman, of Calcutta; I +think you know him? It was removed from Cossimbazar; but not, I +assure you, illegally. I have the dastaks authorizing its removal +to Calcutta; they are signed by the Faujdar of Murshidabad. Has the +Faujdar of--where did you say?"</p> +<p>"Of Hugli."</p> +<p>"Has the Faujdar of Hugli power to countermand what the Faujdar +of the capital has done?"</p> +<p>"Why discuss that point?" said Diggle with a smile. "The Faujdar +of Hugli is an officer of the Nawab; <i>hoc sat est tibi</i>--blunt +language, but the phrase is Tully's."</p> +<p>"Well, I waive that. But I am not satisfied that you, an +Englishman, have authority to act for the Faujdar of Hugli. The +crowd I see before me--a rabble of lathiwallahs--clearly cannot be +the Faujdar's men."</p> +<p>At this point he heard an exclamation from Bulger. The second +body of men had come up and ranked themselves behind the first.</p> +<p>"And may I ask," added Desmond, with a slight gesture to Bulger +to restrain himself--he too had recognized the newcomers--"since +when the Nawab has taken into his service the crew of an +interloping English merchantman?"</p> +<p>"I shall give you full information, Mr. Burke," said Diggle +suavely, "when we stand together before my friend the Faujdar. In +the meantime you will, if I may venture to advise, consult your +interest best in yielding to superior numbers and delivering up the +goods."</p> +<p>"And what about myself, Mr. Diggle?"</p> +<p>"You, of course, will accompany me to the Faujdar. He will be +incensed, I make no doubt, at your temerity, and not unjustly; but +I will intercede for you, and you will be treated with the most +delicate attentions."</p> +<p>"You speak fair, Mr. Diggle," said Desmond, still bent upon +gaining time; "but that is your way. What assurance have I that you +will, this time, keep your word?"</p> +<p>"You persist in misjudging me," said Diggle regretfully. "As +Cicero says in the play, you construe things after your fashion, +clean from the purpose of the things themselves. My interest in you +is undiminished; nay rather, it is increased and mixed with +admiration. My offers still hold good: join hands with me, and I +promise you that you shall soon be a <i>persona grata</i> at the +court of Murshidabad, with wealth and honors in your grasp."</p> +<p>"Your offer is tempting, Mr. Diggle, to a poor adventurer like +me, and if only my own interests were involved, I might strike a +bargain with you. I have had such excellent reasons to trust you in +the past! But the goods are not mine; they are Mr. Merriman's; and +the utmost I can do at present is to ask you to draw your men off +and wait while I send a messenger to Calcutta. When he returns with +Mr. Merriman's consent to the delivery of the goods, then--"</p> +<p>The sentence remained unfinished. Diggle's expression had been +becoming blacker and blacker as Desmond spoke, and seeing with fury +that he was being played with he suddenly wheeled round, and, +cantering back to his men, gave the order to fire. At the same +moment Desmond called to his men to lie flat on the ground and aim +at the enemy from behind the solid wooden wheels of the hackeris. +Being on the flat top of the mound, they were to some extent below +the line of fire from the plain, and when the first volley was +delivered no harm was done to them save for a few scratches made by +flying splinters struck from the carts.</p> +<p>But the crack of the matchlocks struck terror into the pale +hearts of some of the hackeriwallahs. Several sprang over the +breastwork and scuttled away like scared rabbits. The remainder +stood firm, grasping their lathis in a manner that showed the +fighting instinct to be strong, even in the Bengali.</p> +<p>Many anxious looks were bent upon Desmond, his men expecting the +order to fire. But he bade them remain still, and through the +interval between two carts he watched for the rush that was coming. +The crew of the Good Intent, headed by Sunman, the cross-eyed mate, +and Parmiter, had come up behind the natives. These, having emptied +their matchlocks, were now retiring to reload. Diggle had +dismounted, and was talking earnestly with the mate. They walked +together to the edge of the nullah, and looked up and down it, +doubtless canvassing the chances of an attack in the rear; but the +sides were steep; there was no hope of success in this direction; +and they rejoined the main body.</p> +<p>Evidently they had decided on making a vigorous direct attack +over the carts. Dividing his troop into two portions, Diggle put +himself at the head of the one, Sunman at the head of the other. +Arranged in a semicircle concentric with the breastwork, at the +word of command all the men with firearms discharged their pieces; +then, with shrill cries from the natives, and a hoarse cheer from +the crew of the Good Intent, they charged in a close line up the +slope.</p> +<p>Behind the barricade the men's impatience had only been curbed +by the quiet imperturbable manner of their young leader. But their +self restraint was on the point of breaking down when, short, sharp +and clear, the long-awaited command was given. Their matchlocks +flashed; the volley told with deadly effect at the short range of +thirty paces; four or five men dropped; as many more staggered down +the slope; the rest halted indecisively, in doubt whether to push +forward or turn tail.</p> +<p>"Blockheads! cowards!" shouted Diggle in a fury. "Push on, you +dogs; we are four to one!"</p> +<p>He was now a very different Diggle from the man Desmond had +known hitherto. His smile was gone; all languor and indolence was +lost; his eyes flashed, his lips met in a hard cruel line; his +voice rang out strong and metallic. That he was no coward Desmond +already knew. He put himself in the forefront of the line, and, as +always happens, a brave leader never lacks followers.</p> +<p>The whole of the seamen and many of the Bengalis surged forward +after him. Behind the breastwork all the men were now mixed +up--musketeers with pikemen and lathiwallahs. Upon these came the +swarming enemy, some clambering over the carts, others wriggling +between the wheels. There was a babel of cries; the exultant bellow +of the born fighter, British or native; a few pistol shots; the +scream of the men mortally hit; the "Wah! wah!" of the Bengalis +applauding their own prowess.</p> +<p>As Diggle had said, the odds were four to one. But the defenders +had the advantage of position, and for a few moments they held the +yelling mob at bay. The half pikes of the boatmen were terrible +weapons at close quarters, more formidable than the cutlasses of +the seamen balked by the breastwork, or the loaded bamboo clubs of +the lathiwallahs.</p> +<p>Sunman, the mate, was one of the first victims; he fell to a +shot from Bulger. But Parmiter and Diggle, followed by half a dozen +of the sailors, and a score of the more determined lathiwallahs and +musketeers with clubbed muskets, succeeded in clambering to the top +of the carts and prepared to jump down among the defenders, most of +whom were busily engaged in jabbing at the men swarming in between +the wheels. Desmond saw that if his barricade was once broken +through the issue of the fight must be decided by mere weight of +numbers.</p> +<p>"Bulger, here!" he cried, "and you, Hossain."</p> +<p>The men sprang to him, and, following his example, leaped on to +the cart next to that occupied by Diggle and Parmiter. Desmond's +intention was to take them in flank. Jumping over the bales of +silk, he swung over his head a matchlock he had seized from one of +his peons, and brought it down with a horizontal sweep. Two of the +Bengalis among the crowd of lathiwallahs, who were hanging back out +of reach of the boatmen's pikes, were swept off the cart. But the +violence of his blow disturbed Desmond's own balance; he fell on +one knee; his matchlock was seized and jerked out of his hand; and +in a second three men were upon him. Bulger and the serang, +although a little late, owing to want of agility in scaling the +cart, were close behind.</p> +<p>"Belay there!" roared Bulger, as he flung himself upon the +combatants.</p> +<p>The bullet head of one sturdy badmash cracked like an eggshell +under the butt of the bold tar's musket; a second received the +terrible hook square in the teeth; and a third, no other than +Parmiter himself, was caught round the neck at the next lunge of +the hook, and flung, with a mighty heave, full into the midst of +the defenders. Bulger drew a long breath.</p> +<p>At the same moment Diggle, attacked by the serang, was thrown +from his perch on the hackeri and fell among his followers outside +the barricade. There was a moment's lull while both parties +recovered their wind. Firing had ceased; to load a matchlock was a +long affair, and though the attackers might have divided and come +forward in relays with loaded weapons, they would have run the risk +of hitting their own friends.</p> +<p>It was to be again a hand-to-hand fight. Diggle was not to be +denied. Desmond, who had jumped down inside the barricade when the +pressure was relieved by Bulger, could not but admire the spirit +and determination of his old enemy, though it boded ill for his own +chance of escape. He was weary; worn out by want of rest and food; +almost prostrated by the terrible heat. Looking round his little +fort, he felt a tremor as he saw that five out of his twenty-four +men were more or less disabled. True, there were now more than a +dozen of the enemy in the same or a worse plight; but they could +afford their losses, and Desmond indeed wondered why Diggle did not +sacrifice a few men in one fierce overwhelming onslaught.</p> +<p>"A hundred rupees to the man who kills the young sahib, two +hundred to the man who takes him alive!" cried Diggle to his dusky +followers, as though in answer to Desmond's thought.</p> +<p>Then, turning to the discomfited crew of the Good intent, he +said: "Sure, my men, you will not be beaten by a boy and a +one-armed man. There's a fortune for all of you in those carts. At +them again, my men; I'll show you the way."</p> +<p>He was as good as his word. He snatched a long lathi from one of +the Bengalis and rushed up the slope to the hackeri nearest the +nullah. Finding a purchase for one end of his club in the woodwork +of the wagon, he put forth all his strength in the effort to push +it over the edge. Owing to the length of the lathi he was out of +reach of the half pikes in the hands of the boatmen, who had to +lunge either over or under the carts.</p> +<p>His unaided strength would have been unequal to the task of +moving the hackeri, heavily laden as it was, resting on soft soil, +and interlocked with the next. But as soon as his followers saw the +aim of his movements, and especially when they found that the +defenders could not touch him without exposing themselves, he +gained as many eager helpers as could bring their lathis to bear +upon the two carts.</p> +<p>Meanwhile the defense at this spot was weak, for the men of the +Good Intent had swarmed up to the adjoining carts and were +threatening at any moment to force a way over the barricade. They +were more formidable enemies than the Bengalis.</p> +<p>Slowly the two hackeris began to move, till the wheels of one +hung over the edge of the nullah. One more united heave, and it +rolled over, dragging the other cart with it and splitting itself +into a hundred fragments on the rocky bottom. Through the gap thus +formed in the barricade sprang Diggle, with half a dozen men of the +Good Intent and a score of Bengalis.</p> +<p>Desmond gathered his little band into a knot in the center of +the inclosure. Then the brazen sun looked down upon a Homeric +struggle. Bulger, brawny warrior of the iron hook, swung his musket +like a flail, every now and again shooting forth his more sinister +weapon with terrible effect. Desmond, slim and athletic, dashed in +upon the enemy with his half pike as they recoiled before Bulger's +whirling musket. The rest, now a bare dozen, Bengalis though they +were, presented still an undaunted front to the swarm that surged +into the narrow space. The hot air grew hotter with the fight.</p> +<p>To avoid being surrounded, the little band instinctively backed +towards the edge of the nullah. Diggle exulted as they were pressed +remorselessly to the rear. Not a man dreamed of surrender; the +temper of the assailants was indeed so savage that nothing but the +annihilation of their victims would now satisfy them. Yet Diggle +once again bethought himself that Desmond might be worth to him +more alive than dead, and in the midst of the clamor Desmond heard +him repeat his offer of reward to the man who should capture +him.</p> +<p>Diggle himself resolved to make the attempt. Venturing too near, +he received an ugly gash from Desmond's pike, promising a permanent +mark from brow to chin. This was too much for him. Beside himself +with fury, he yelled a command to his men to sweep the pigs over +the brink, and, one side of his face livid with rage, the other +streaming with blood, he dashed forward at Bulger, who had come up +panting to engage him.</p> +<p>He had well timed his rush, for Bulger's musket was at the far +end of its pendulum swing, but the old seaman saw his danger in +time. With a movement of extraordinary agility in a man of his +bulk, he swung on his heel, presenting his side to the rapier that +flashed in Diggle's hand. Parrying the thrust with his hook, he +shortened his stump and lunged at Diggle below the belt. His enemy +collapsed as if shot; but his followers swept forward over his +prostrate body, and it seemed as if, in one brief half minute, the +knot of defenders would be hurled to the bottom of the nullah.</p> +<p>But, at this critical moment, assailants and defenders were +stricken into quietude by a tumultuous cheer, the cheer of +Europeans, from the direction of the gap in the barricade. Weapons +remained poised in mid air; every man stood motionless, wondering +whether the interruption came from friend or foe. The question was +answered on the instant.</p> +<p>"Now, men, have at them!"</p> +<p>With a thrill Desmond recognized the voice. It was the voice of +Silas Toley. There was nothing of melancholy in it, nor in the +expression of the New Englander as he sprang, cutlass in hand, +through the gap. Slow to take fire, when Toley's anger was kindled +it blazed with a devouring flame. The crowd of assailants dissolved +as if by magic. Before the last of the crew of the Hormuzzeer, +lascars and Europeans, had passed into the inclosure, the men of +the Good Intent and their Bengali allies were streaming over and +under the carts toward the open.</p> +<p>Diggle at the first shock had staggered to his feet and stumbled +toward the barricade. As he reached it, a black boy, springing as +it were out of the earth, hastened to him and helped him to crawl +between the wheels of a cart and down the slope. On the boy's arm +he limped toward his horse, tethered to a tree. A wounded wretch +was clumsily attempting to mount. Him Diggle felled; then he +crawled painfully into the saddle and galloped away, Scipio +Africanus leaping up behind.</p> +<p>By this time his followers were dispersing in all +directions--all but eight luckless men who would never more wield +cutlass or lathi, and a dozen who lay on one side or other of the +barricade, too hard hit to move.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch23" id="Ch23">Chapter 23</a>: In which there are +many moving events; and our hero finds himself a cadet of John +Company.</h2> +<p>Diggle's escape passed unnoticed until it was too late to pursue +him. At the sight of Toley and his messmates of the Hormuzzeer, +Bulger had let fall his musket and dropped to the ground, where he +sat mopping his face and crying, "Go it, mateys!" Desmond felt a +strange faintness, and leaned dizzily against one of the hackeris. +But, revived by a draft from Mr. Toley's flask, he thanked the mate +warmly, and wanted to hear how he had contrived to come up in +time.</p> +<p>When Desmond's messenger arrived in Calcutta, Mr. Merriman was +away up the river, engaged in very serious business. The messenger +had applied to the governor, to members of the Council, to Captain +Minchin and other officers, and the reply of one and all was the +same: they could do nothing; it was more important that every man +should be employed in strengthening the defenses of Calcutta than +in going upcountry on what might prove a vain and useless errand. +But Toley happened to be in the town, and learning of the +difficulties and perils of his friend Burke, with the captain's +consent he had hastily collected the crew of the Hormuzzeer, that +still lay off the fort, and led them, under the guidance of the +messenger, to support him. Meeting Surendra Nath, and learning from +him that a fight was imminent, he had pushed on with all speed, the +Babu leading the way.</p> +<p>"It was well done," said Desmond warmly. "We owe our lives to +you, and Mr. Merriman his goods. But what was the business that +took Mr. Merriman from Calcutta at this time of trouble?"</p> +<p>"Trouble of his own, Burke," said Mr. Toley. "I guess he'd +better have let the Nawab keep his goods and sent you to look after +his womenfolk."</p> +<p>"What do you mean? I left the ladies at Khulna; what has +happened to them?"</p> +<p>"'Tis what Mr. Merriman would fain know. They've disappeared, +gone clean out of sight."</p> +<p>"But the peons?"</p> +<p>"Gone, too. Nothing heard or seen of them."</p> +<p>This serious news came as a shock to Desmond. If he had only +known! How willingly he would have let Coja Solomon do what he +pleased with the goods, and hastened to the help of the wife and +daughter Mr. Merriman held so dear! While in Cossimbazar, he had +heard from Mr. Watts terrible stories of the Nawab's villainy, +which no respect of persons held in check. He feared that if Mrs. +Merriman and Phyllis had indeed fallen into Sirajuddaula's hands, +they were lost to their family and friends forever.</p> +<p>But, eager as he was to get back to Calcutta and join Mr. +Merriman in searching for them, he had a strange certainty that it +was not to be. The faintness that he had already felt returned. His +head was burning and throbbing; his ears buzzed; his limbs ached; +his whole frame was seized at moments with paroxysms of shivering +which no effort could control. Unknown to himself the seeds of +malarial fever had found a lodgment in his system. While listening +to Toley's story, he had reclined on the ground. When he tried to +rise, he was overcome by giddiness and nausea.</p> +<p>"I am done up," he continued. "Mr. Toley, you must take charge +and get these goods conveyed to Calcutta. Lose no time."</p> +<p>Surendra Nath recognized the symptoms of the disease, and +immediately had a litter improvised for Desmond out of the linen +covering of one of the carts and a couple of muskets. Mr. Toley at +once made preparations for moving on with the convoy. The +hackeriwallahs who had driven off the cattle had not gone far; they +had waited in the hope of getting the bakshish promised them--if +not from the young sahib, at least from the leader of the attacking +party, which from its numbers they believed would gain the day.</p> +<p>The oxen were soon yoked up. Mr. Toley would not wait to recover +the loads of the carts that had toppled into the nullah, nor would +he leave men for that purpose, lest another attack should be made +on them from Hugli. He set off as soon as the teams were ready. +Half an hour after they started, Bulger, walking beside the litter, +saw to his dismay that Desmond had lost consciousness.</p> +<p>It was nearly a fortnight later when Desmond came to himself in +his old bunk on board the Hormuzzeer. He was alone. Lying on his +back, feebly trying to adjust his thoughts to his surroundings, he +heard the faint boom of guns. What was happening? He tried to rise, +but all power was gone from him; he could hardly lift an arm. Even +the slight effort was too much for him, and he swooned again.</p> +<p>When he once more recovered consciousness, he saw a figure by +his side. It was Mr. Toley. Again the distant thunder of artillery +fell upon his ears.</p> +<p>"What is happening?" he asked feebly.</p> +<p>"Almighty be praised!" said Toley fervently, "you're coming safe +to port. Hush! Lie you still. You'll want nussin' like a babby. +Never you heed the popguns; I'll tell you all about them when +you're stronger. Food, sleep, and air; that's my catechism, larned +from the surgeon. Bless you, Burke, I feared you was a done +man."</p> +<p>With this Desmond had to be for the time content. But every day +he heard firing, and every day, as he slowly regained strength, he +became more and more anxious to know what it meant. Toley seemed to +have left the ship; Desmond was tended only by natives.</p> +<p>From them he learned that the Nawab was attacking Calcutta. How +were the defenders faring? They could not tell. He knew how small +was the garrison, how weak the fortifications; but, with an English +lad's unconquerable faith in his countrymen's valor, he could not +believe that they could fail to hold their own.</p> +<p>One day, however, he heard no more firing. In the afternoon Mr. +Toley came to his bunk, bringing with him Mr. Merriman himself. The +merchant had his head bound up, and wore his left arm in a sling. +He was pale, haggard, the shadow of his former self.</p> +<p>"What has happened, sir?" cried Desmond the instant he saw him. +"Are the ladies safe?"</p> +<p>"God pity us, Desmond! I shall never see them again. My poor +Dora! my sweet Phyllis! They are lost! All is lost! The Nawab has +taken the fort. We are beaten, shamed, ruined!"</p> +<p>"How did it happen? I heard the firing. Tell me; it can not be +so bad as that. Sure something can be done!"</p> +<p>"Nothing, nothing; we did all we could. 'Twas little; would that +Drake had heeded our advice! But I am rejoiced to see you on the +road to recovery, dear boy; 'twould have been another nail in my +coffin to know that you had lost your life in doing a service for +me. I thank God for that, from the bottom of my heart."</p> +<p>He pressed Desmond's hand affectionately.</p> +<p>"But tell me, sir; I want to know what has happened. How came +you to be wounded? Sure I am strong enough to hear now; it will do +me no harm."</p> +<p>"It cuts me to the heart, Desmond, but you shall know. I was +absent when you were carried to my house--searching for my dear +ones. But Dr. Gray tended you; alas! the good man is now a +prisoner. I returned three days after, driven back from up the +river by the advance of the Nawab's army. I was worn out, +distraught; not a trace had I found of my dear wife; she had +vanished; nor of my daughter; nor even of my peons; all had +gone.</p> +<p>"And there was trouble enough in Calcutta for me and for all. +'Twas the very day I returned that the news came of Sirajuddaula's +approach. And a letter from his chief spy was intercepted, +addressed to Omichand, bidding him escape while there was yet time +and join the Subah. That seemed to Mr. Drake clear proof that +Omichand was in league with our enemies, and he had him arrested +and thrown into the fort prison. But Mr. Drake never acts till 'tis +too late. He gave orders next to arrest Krishna Das. The man +barricaded himself in his house and beat our peons off, till +Lieutenant Blagg and thirty Europeans drove in his gates. They +found a vast quantity of arms collected there. They stormed +Omichand's house also, where three hundred armed domestics made a +stout fight against 'em. When our men got in--'tis a horrid +story--the head jamadar with his own hands stabbed all his master's +women and children, to prevent em falling into our hands, and then +set fire to the place.</p> +<p>"Our men had already been driven out of Tanna fort by Manik +Chand, who had come up with two thousand men and a couple of field +pieces. Then came up Mir Jafar, the Nawab's bakshi {commander in +chief}, and began firing from the Chitpur gate. We got all our +women into the fort; the poor creatures left all they had but their +clothes and their bedding. You may guess the confusion. The natives +were flocking out of the town; most of our servants fled with them; +all our cooks were gone, so that though we had a great stock of +food we were like to starve in the midst of plenty.</p> +<p>"But we filled their places with some of the Portuguese who came +crowding into the fort. Two thousand of 'em, men, women, and +children, filled the courtyard, sitting among their bundles of +goods, so that we could scarce move for 'em. The enemy was in the +town; they had set light to the Great Bazaar, and were burning and +plundering in the native parts. We fired the bastis to the east and +south, to deprive 'em of cover; and you may imagine the scene, +Desmond--the blazing sky, the tears and screams of the women, the +din of guns. We wrote to the French at Chandernagore begging 'em to +lend us some ammunition, for the most of ours was useless; but they +sent us a genteel reply saying they'd no more than sufficient for +their own needs; yet the wretches made the Nawab a present of two +hundred chests of powder, 'tis said.</p> +<p>"Next day we were besieged in earnest. The Nawab had, we +learned, nigh fifty thousand men, with one hundred and fifty +elephants and camels, and two hundred and fifty Frenchmen working +his artillery. Against 'em we had about five hundred in all, only +half of 'em Europeans. What could so few do against so many? Our +officers were all brave enough, but they've had a slack time, and +few of 'em are fit for the work. Ensign Picard, sure, did wonders, +and Lieutenant Smyth defended the north battery with exceeding +skill; but we had not men enough to hold our positions, and step by +step we were driven back.</p> +<p>"'Twas clear we could not hold out long, and on Friday night we +held a council of war, and decided to send the women on board the +ships in the river, to get 'em out of harm's way. Then by heaven! +Desmond, two of the Council shamed 'emselves for ever. Mr. +Manningham and Mr. Frankland, special friends of Mr. Drake, +attended the ladies to the ship--'twas the Dodalay, of which they +are owners--and they stayed on board with 'em--the cowards, to set +such an infamous example! And well 'twas followed. 'Tis scarce +credible, but Captain Minchin, our gallant commander, and Mr. +Drake, our noble president, went down to the ghat and had 'emselves +rowed off to the shipping and deserted us: good God! do they +deserve the name of Englishmen? One of our gentlemen standing on +the steps was so enraged that he sent a bullet after the cravens; +others did the same, and I would to heaven that one of their shots +had took effect on the wretches! We made Mr. Holwell governor in +the Quaker's place; and I tell you, Desmond, had we done so before, +there would have been a different story to tell this day.</p> +<p>"Mr. Holwell saw 'twas impossible to withstand the Nawab's +hordes much longer, and spoke for an orderly retreat; but he was +overrid by some of the military officers; and besides, retreat was +cut off, for the ships that had lain in the river moved away, and +though we hung out signals from the fort asking 'em to come back +and take us off, they paid no heed; nay, they stood farther off, +leaving us to our fate. What could we do? Mr. Holwell sent to +Omichand in his prison and offered to release him if he would treat +with the Nawab for us. But the Gentoo refused. All he would do was +to write a letter to Manik Chand asking him to intercede for us. +Mr. Holwell threw the letter over the wall among the enemy, and by +heaven! Desmond, never did I suppose Englishmen would be reduced to +such a point of humiliation.</p> +<p>"But 'twas of no effect. The enemy came on with the more +determination, and brought bamboos to scale the walls. We drove 'em +off again, but with frightful loss; twenty-five of our bravest men +were killed outright and sixty wounded. 'Twas there I got my +wounds, and 'twould have been all over with me but for that fine +fellow Bulger; he turned aside with his hook a slashing blow from a +scimitar and gave my assailant his quietus. Bulger fought like a +hero, and the very look of him, black with powder and stained with +blood, seemed to drive all the fight out of the Moors that came his +way.</p> +<p>"All this time the shots of the Nawab's cannon annoyed us, not +to much harm, for they were most villainously served; their fire +arrows did us more mischief, flying into the thick of the crowds of +screaming women and children. It made my heart sick to think of the +poor innocent people suffering through the weakness and +incompetence and the guilty neglect of our Council. The heat and +the glare, the want of food, the uproar and commotion--may I never +see or hear the like again!</p> +<p>"Yesterday there was a lull in the fighting about midday. The +enemy were still outside the fort, though they had possession of +all the houses around. They showed a flag of truce, whereupon Mr. +Holwell writ a letter asking 'em for terms. But 'twas a trick to +deceive us. While we were resting, waiting the result of the +parley, the Moors poured out of their hiding places and swarmed +upon the eastern gate of the fort and the pallisadoes on the +southwest. In the interval many of our common men had fallen +asleep; some, alas! were drunk, so that we had no force to resist +the invaders, who scaled the roof of the godowns on the north wall +with the aid of their bamboos and swept over into the fort.</p> +<p>"Most of us Europeans who were left collected in the veranda in +front of the barracks--you know, between the great gate and the +southeast bastion. Scarce a man of us but was wounded. There we +were unmolested, for the enemy, as soon as they burst into our +private rooms, made busy with their spoil; and, as it appeared, the +Nawab had given orders that we were to be spared.</p> +<p>"At five o'clock he came into the fort in a gay litter and held +a durbar in our Council room, Mir Jafar salaaming before him and +making fulsome compliments on his great victory. Then the wretch +sent for Mr. Holwell. We bade him farewell; sure we thought we +should never see him more. But he returned to us presently, and +told us the Nawab was vastly enraged at the smallness of the +treasure he had found; the stories of the French had led him to +expect untold wealth. Omichand and Krishna Das had been took out of +prison, and treated with great affability, and presented by the +Nawab with siropas--robes of honor, a precious token of his favor. +But the Nawab. Mr. Holwell told us, had promised no harm should +befall us. A guard of five hundred gunmen was set over us with +matches lighted, and the sun being now nigh setting, men came with +torches, though sure they were not needed, a great part of the +factory being in flames, so that indeed we feared we should be +suffocated. But we were shortly afterwards told to go into the +barracks, nigh the veranda where we stood.</p> +<p>"Then it was that I, by the mercy of God, was enabled to escape. +I was at the end of the veranda, farthest from the barracks. Just +as I was about to move off after the rest, one of the guards came +in front of me, and whispered me to hide behind the last of the +thick pillars till he came for me. I recognized the man: 'twas an +old peon of mine. Thank God for a faithful servant! More dead than +alive I did what he said. For hours I lay there, fearing I know not +what, not daring to stir lest some eye should see me, and suffering +agonies from my untended wounds. At last the man came to me.</p> +<p>"'Sahib,' he said, 'you were good to me. I shall save you. Come, +quickly.'</p> +<p>"I got up and stumbled after him. He led me by dark ways out of +the fort, past the new godown, across the burying ground, down to +Chandpal ghat. There I found Mr. Toley awaiting me with a boat, and +'tis thanks to my old peon and him I now find myself safe."</p> +<p>"And do you know what became of Bulger?" asked Desmond.</p> +<p>"He is with the rest, sorely battered, poor man."</p> +<p>"What will happen to the prisoners? How many are there?"</p> +<p>"There are nigh a hundred and fifty. The Nawab has promised they +shall suffer no harm, and after a night in barracks I suppose he +will let 'em go. We shall drop down the river till we reach the +other vessels at Surman's, and then, by heaven! I shall see what I +can do to bring Mr. Drake to a sense of his duty, and persuade him +to come back and take off the Europeans.</p> +<p>"Sure this action of Sirajuddaula's will not go unavenged. We +have already sent letters to Madras, and within two months, I hope, +succor will reach us from thence, and we shall chastise this +insolent young Nawab."</p> +<p>"Do you think he will keep his word?--I mean, to do the +prisoners no harm."</p> +<p>"I think so. He has done no harm to Mr. Watts, whom he brought +with him from Cossimbazar; and our people will be more valuable to +him alive than dead. Yes; by this time tomorrow I trust Mr. Holwell +and the others will be safe on board the ships, and I do not envy +Mr. Drake his bitter experience when the men he has deserted +confront him."</p> +<p>While Mr. Merriman was telling his story, the Hormuzzeer was +slowly drifting down the river. At Surman's garden, about five +miles south of Calcutta, it joined the other vessels belonging to +British owners, and dropped anchor. Several gentlemen came on +board, eager to learn what had been the last scene in the tragic +drama. Mr. Merriman told them all he knew, and every one drew a +long breath of relief when they learned that though prisoners, Mr. +Holwell and the gallant few who had stuck to their posts had been +assured of good treatment. During the day the vessel dropped still +lower down the river to Budge Budge, running the gauntlet of a brisk +but ineffective fire from Tanna Fort, now in the hands of the +Nawab's troops.</p> +<p>When the Hormuzzeer lay at anchor at Budge Budge, Mr. Merriman +explained to Desmond the plans he had formed for him. The vessel +now had her full cargo, and would sail immediately for Penang. Mr. +Merriman proposed that Desmond should make the voyage. In his weak +state the climate of Fulta, where the Europeans intended to stay +until help reached them from Madras, might prove fatal to him; +while the sea air would complete his cure.</p> +<p>His share of the sale price of the Tremukji, together with the +Gheria prize money, amounted to more than a thousand pounds, and +this had been invested for him by his friend.</p> +<p>"For myself," added Merriman, "I shall remain. My wounds are not +severe; I am accustomed to the climate; and though India is now +odious to me, I shall not leave Indian soil until I find traces of +my dear wife and daughter. God grant that by the time you return I +shall have some news of them."</p> +<p>Desmond would have liked to remain with the merchant, but he +knew that in his weakness he could do him no service, and he +acquiesced in the arrangement.</p> +<p>That same evening the fugitives received news that made their +blood run cold. Two Englishmen, Messrs. Cooke and Lushington, who +had remained staunchly by Mr. Holwell's side, came from the shore in +a small boat and boarded the Dodalay. Their appearance struck every +one with amazement and horror. Mr. Cooke was a merchant, aged +thirty-one; Mr. Lushington a writer in the Company's service, his +age eighteen; but the events of one night had altered them almost +beyond recognition. They said that when the order had been given to +confine them in the barracks, the prisoners had all expected to +pass the night in comparative comfort. What was their amazement +when they were escorted to the Black Hole, a little chamber no more +than eighteen feet square, which was only used as a rule for the +confinement of one or two unruly prisoners. In vain they protested; +their brutal guards forced them, a hundred and forty-six in number, +into the narrow space, and locked the door upon them. It was one of +the hottest nights of the year; there was but one small opening in +the wall, and before long the want of air and the intense heat +drove the poor people to fury. They trampled each other down in +their mad attempts to get near the opening for air and the water +which one of their jailers, less brutal than the rest, handed in to +them.</p> +<p>The horror of the scenes that passed in that small room baffles +description. Men and women in the agonies of thirst and suffocation +fought like tigers. Many prayed their guards to shoot them and end +their sufferings, only to meet with jeers and laughter. Some of the +native officers took pity on them and would have opened the door, +but none durst move without the Nawab's permission, or brave his +fury if they roused him from his sleep. From seven in the evening +till six in the morning the agony continued, and when at length the +order came for their release, only twenty-three of the hundred and +forty-six tottered forth, the ghastliest wrecks of human +beings.</p> +<p>Mr. Holwell and three others were then conveyed as prisoners in +a bullock cart to Omichand's garden, and thence to Murshidabad; the +rest were bidden to go where they pleased.</p> +<p>The news was kept from Desmond. It was not till weeks after that +he heard of the terrible tragedy. Then, with the horror and pity he +felt, there was mingled a fear that Bulger had been among those who +perished. The seaman, he knew, had taken a stout part in the +defense of the fort; Mr. Merriman had not mentioned him as being +among the prisoners; it was possible that he had escaped; but the +thought that the brave fellow had perhaps died in that awful hole +made Desmond sick at heart.</p> +<p>Though the season was now at its hottest, the fresh sea air +proved a wonderful tonic to him, and he rapidly regained his +strength. The voyage was slow. The Hormuzzeer beat down the Bay of +Bengal against the monsoon now beginning, and it was nearly two +months before she made Penang. She unloaded there: her cargo was +sold at great profit, she being the only vessel that had for some +time left the Hugli; and Desmond found his capital increased by +nearly a hundred per cent. She then took on a cargo for Madras, +where she arrived in the first week of September.</p> +<p>Desmond took the earliest opportunity of going on shore. The +roads were studded with Admiral Watson's fleet, and he learned that +Clive was in the town preparing an expedition to avenge the wrong +suffered by the English in Calcutta. He hastened to obtain an +interview with the colonel.</p> +<p>"'Tis no conventional speech when I say I am glad to see you +alive and well, Mr. Burke," said Clive. "Have you come direct from +Calcutta?"</p> +<p>"No, sir. I left there some ten weeks ago for Penang."</p> +<p>"Then I have later news of my friend Merriman than you. Poor +fellow! He is distraught at the loss of his wife and girl. I have +received several letters from him. He spoke of you; told me of what +you had done at Cossimbazar. Gad, sir, you did right well in +defending his goods; and I promise myself if ever I lay hands on +that villain Peloti he shall smart for that piece of rascaldom and +many more. Are you still minded to take service with me?"</p> +<p>"I should like nothing better, sir, but I doubt whether I can +think of it until I see Mr. Merriman."</p> +<p>"Tut, man, that is unnecessary. 'Twas arranged between Mr. +Merriman and me in Bombay that he would release you as soon as a +vacancy occurred in the Company's military establishment. There are +several such vacancies now, and I shall be glad to have a +Shropshire man as a lieutenant. I trow you are not averse to taking +a hand in this expedition?"</p> +<p>"No one who knows what happened in Calcutta can be that, +sir."</p> +<p>"That is settled, then. I appoint you a cadet in the Company's +service."</p> +<p>"Thank you indeed, sir," said Desmond, flushing with pleasure. +"I have longed all my life to serve under you."</p> +<p>"You may find me a hard taskmaster," said Clive, setting his +lips in the grim way that so many had cause to fear.</p> +<p>"When do we start, sir?"</p> +<p>"That I can't say. 'Tis not by my wish we have delayed so long. +I will let you know when I require your services. Meanwhile, make +yourself acquainted with the officers."</p> +<p>Desmond learned from his new comrades that there was some +disagreement among the Madras Council about the command of the +expedition. Clive had volunteered to lead it as soon as the news of +the fall of Calcutta arrived; but he was inferior in rank to +Colonel Adlercron of the Thirty-ninth Regiment, and that officer +was a great stickler for military etiquette. The Council had some +reason for anxiety. They were expecting to hear, from outcoming +ships, of the outbreak of war between France and England; and as +the French were strong in Southern India, it required much moral +courage to weaken the force disposable for the defense of +Madras.</p> +<p>One day, before the matter of the command had been definitely +settled, Desmond received a summons from Clive. He found the great +soldier alone.</p> +<p>"You have heard of the discussions in the Council, Mr. Burke," +began Clive without ceremony. "I tell you this: I and no other will +command this expedition. In that confidence I have sent for you. +What I have heard of you speaks well for your readiness and +resource, and I think you could be more useful to me in the Hugli +than waiting here until our respected Council can make up their +minds. The men here are not acquainted with Bengal. You are: you +know the country from Calcutta to Murshidabad, at all events, and +you speak Hindustani with some fluency. You can serve me best by +picking up any information you can get regarding the enemy's +movements. You are willing, I take it, to run some risks?"</p> +<p>"I'll do anything you wish, sir."</p> +<p>"As I expected. Well, you will go at once to Fulta. Not to Mr. +Drake: I've no confidence in him and the other old women who are +conducting the Company's affairs in Bengal. Major Killpatrick, an +excellent officer, left here in June with a small reinforcement. He +is now at Fulta. You will join him. I shall ask him to give you a +free hand in going and coming and collecting information. You +understand that in a sense you are on secret service. I want you to +keep an eye particularly on the movements of the French. 'Tis +reported that they are in league with Sirajuddaula: find out +whether that's the case: and gad, sir, if it is, I'll not be +satisfied till I've turned 'em neck and crop out of Bengal. You'll +want money: here are five thousand rupees; if you want more, ask +Major Killpatrick. Now, when can you start?"</p> +<p>"The Hormuzzeer is sailing in ballast tomorrow, sir. She'll go +light, and aboard her I should get to Fulta as quickly as on any +other vessel."</p> +<p>"Very well. I trust you: much depends on your work; go on as you +have begun and I promise you Robert Clive won't forget it. +Goodby.</p> +<p>"By the way, your duties will take you through the parts where +Mrs. Merriman disappeared. Your first duty is to me, and through me +to your king and country, remember that. But if you can get any +news of the missing ladies, so much the better. Mrs. Merriman is a +cousin of my wife's, and I am deeply concerned about her fate."</p> +<p>Next day the Hormuzzeer sailed, and by the middle of September +Desmond had reached Fulta, and reported himself both to Major +Killpatrick and to Mr. Merriman there.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch24" id="Ch24">Chapter 24</a>: In which the danger of +judging by appearance is notably exemplified.</h2> +<p>"Sure 'tis a most pleasant engaging young man," said Mrs. +Merriman, as her boat dropped down the river towards Chandernagore. +"Don't you think so, Phyllis?"</p> +<p>"Why, mamma, it does seem so. But 'tis too soon to make up my +mind in ten minutes."</p> +<p>"Indeed, miss! Let me tell you I made up my mind about your +father in five. La, how Merriman will laugh when he hears 'twas Mr. +Burke gave him that scar--</p> +<p>"What is the matter, Munnoo Khan?"</p> +<p>The boat had stopped with a jerk, and the boatmen were looking +at one another with some anxiety. The serang explained that ill +luck had caused the boat to strike a snag in the river, and she was +taking in water.</p> +<p>"You clumsy man! The Sahib will be angry with you. Make haste, +then; row harder."</p> +<p>"Mamma, 'tis impossible!" cried Phyllis in alarm. "See, the +water is coming in fast; we shall be swamped in a few minutes!"</p> +<p>"Mercy me. 'Tis as you say! Munnoo Khan, row to the nearest +ghat; you see it there! Sure 'tis a private ghat, belonging to the +house of one of the French merchants. He will lend us a boat. +'Twill be vastly annoying if we do not reach home before dark."</p> +<p>The men just succeeded in reaching the ghat, on the left bank of +the river about a mile below Chandernagore, before the boat sank. +When the party had landed, Mrs. Merriman sent her jamadar up to the +house to ask for the loan of a boat, or for shelter while one was +being obtained from Chandernagore.</p> +<p>"Tell the Sahib 'tis the bibi of an English sahib," she said. +"He will not refuse to do English ladies a service."</p> +<p>The jamadar shortly returned, followed by a tall dark-featured +European in white clothes. He bowed and smiled pleasantly when he +came down to the ghat, and addressed Mrs. Merriman in French.</p> +<p>"I am happy to be of service, Madam. Alas! I have no boat at +hand, but I shall send instantly to Chandernagore for one. +Meanwhile, if you will have the goodness to come to my house, my +wife will be proud to offer you refreshments, and we shall do our +best to entertain you until the boat arrives.</p> +<p>"Permit me, Madam."</p> +<p>He offered his left hand to assist the lady up the steps.</p> +<p>"I had the mischance to injure my right hand the other day," he +explained. "It is needful to keep it from the air."</p> +<p>It was thrust into the pocket of his coat.</p> +<p>"The Frenchman is vastly polite," said Mrs. Merriman to her +daughter, as they preceded him up the path to the house. "But +there, that is the way with their nation."</p> +<p>"Hush, mamma!" said Phyllis, "he may understand English.</p> +<p>"I do not like his smile," she added in a whisper.</p> +<p>"La, my dear, it means nothing; it comes natural to a Frenchman. +He looks quite genteel, you must confess; I should not be surprised +if he were a somebody in his own land."</p> +<p>As if in response to the implied question, the man moved to her +side, and, in a manner of great deference, said:</p> +<p>"Your jamadar named you to me, Madam; I feel that I ought to +explain who I am. My name is Jacques de Bonnefon--a name, I may say +it without boasting, once even better known at the court of his +Majesty, King Louis the Fifteenth, than in Chandernagore. Alas, +Madam fortune is a fickle jade. Here I am now, in Bengal, slowly +retrieving by honest commerce a patrimony of which my lamented +father was not too careful."</p> +<p>"There! What did I say?" whispered Mrs. Merriman to her daughter +as Monsieur de Bonnefon went forward to meet them on the threshold +of his veranda. "A noble in misfortune! I only hope his wife is +presentable."</p> +<p>They entered the house and were shown into a room opening on the +veranda.</p> +<p>"You will pardon my leaving you for a few moments, Mesdames," +said their obliging host. "I shall bring my wife to welcome you, +and send to Chandernagore for a boat."</p> +<p>With a bow he left them, closing the door behind him.</p> +<p>"Madame de Bonnefon was taken by surprise, I suppose," said Mrs. +Merriman, "and is making her toilet. The vanity of these French +people, my dear!"</p> +<p>Minutes passed. Evening was coming on apace; little light +filtered through the chiks. The ladies sat, wondering why their +hostess did not appear.</p> +<p>"Madame takes a long time, my dear," said Mrs. Merriman.</p> +<p>"I don't like it, mamma. I wish we hadn't come into the +stranger's house."</p> +<p>"Why, my love, what nonsense! The man is not a savage. The +French are not at war with us, and if they were, they do not war on +women. Something has happened to delay Monsieur de Bonnefon."</p> +<p>"I can't help it, mamma; I don't like his looks; I fear +something, I don't know what. Oh, I wish father were here!"</p> +<p>She got up and walked to and fro restlessly. Then, as by a +sudden impulse, she went quickly to the door and turned the handle, +She gave a low cry under her breath, and sprang round.</p> +<p>"Mamma! Mamma!" she cried. "I knew it! The door is locked."</p> +<p>Mrs. Merriman rose immediately.</p> +<p>"Nonsense, my dear! He would not dare do such a thing!"</p> +<p>But the door did not yield to her hand, though she pulled and +shook it violently.</p> +<p>"The insolent villain!" she exclaimed.</p> +<p>She had plenty of courage, and if her voice shook, it was with +anger, not fear. She went to the window opening on the veranda, +loosed the bars, and looked out.</p> +<p>"We can get out here," she said. "We will walk instantly to +Chandernagore, and demand assistance from the governor."</p> +<p>But the next moment she shrank back into the room. Two armed +peons stood in the veranda, one on each side of the window. +Recovering herself, Mrs. Merriman went to the window again.</p> +<p>"They will not dare to stop us," she said.</p> +<p>"Let me pass, you men; I will not be kept here."</p> +<p>But the natives did not budge from their post. Only, as the +angry lady flung open one of the folding doors, they closed +together and barred the way with their pikes. Accustomed to +absolute subservience from her own peons, Mrs. Merriman saw at once +that insistence was useless. If these men did not obey instantly +they would not obey at all.</p> +<p>"I cannot fight them," she said, again turning back. "The +wretches! If only your father were here!"</p> +<p>"Or Mr. Burke," said Phyllis. "Oh, how I wish he had come with +us!"</p> +<p>"Wishing is no use, my dear. I vow the Frenchman shall pay +dearly for this insolence. We must make the best of it."</p> +<p>Meanwhile Monsieur de Bonnefon had gone down to the ghat. But he +did not send a messenger to Chandernagore as he had promised. He +told the jamadar, in Urdu, that his mistress and the chota bibi +would remain at his house for the night. They feared another +accident if they should proceed in the darkness. He bade the man +bring his party to the house, where they would all find +accommodation until the morning.</p> +<p>In the small hours of that night there was a short sharp scuffle +in the servants' quarters. The Merriman boatmen and peons were set +upon by a score of sturdy men who promptly roped them together, +and, hauling them down to the ghat and into a boat, rowed them up +to Hugli. There they were thrown into the common prison.</p> +<p>In the morning a charge of dacoity {gang robbery} was laid +against them. The story was that they had been apprehended in the +act of breaking into the house of Monsieur Sinfray. Plenty of +witnesses were forthcoming to give evidence against them; such can +be purchased outside any cutcherry in India for a few rupees. The +men were convicted. Some were given a choice between execution and +service in the Nawab's army; others were sentenced offhand to a +term of imprisonment, and these considered themselves lucky in +escaping with their lives. In vain they protested their innocence +and pleaded that a messenger might be sent to Calcutta; the Nawab +was known to be so much incensed against the English that the fact +of their being Company's servants would probably avail them +nothing.</p> +<p>About the same time that the men were being condemned, a two-ox +hackeri, such as was used for the conveyance of pardarnishin +{literally, sitting behind screens} women, left the house of +Monsieur de Bonnefon and drove inland for some five miles. The +curtains were closely drawn, and the people who met it on the road +wondered from what zenana the ladies thus screened from the public +gaze had come. The team halted at a lonely house surrounded by a +high wall, once the residence of a zamindar, now owned by Coja +Solomon of Cossimbazar, and leased to a fellow Armenian of +Chandernagore. It had been hired more than once by Monsieur +Sinfray, the secretary to the Council at Chandernagore and a +<i>persona grata</i> with the Nawab, for <i>al fresco</i> +entertainments got up in imitation of the fetes at Versailles. But +of late Monsieur Sinfray had had too much important business on +hand to spare time for such delights. He was believed to be with +Sirajuddaula at Murshidabad, and the house had remained +untenanted.</p> +<p>The hackeri pulled up at the gate in the wall. The curtains were +drawn aside; a group of peons surrounded the cart to fend off +prying eyes; and the passengers descended--two ladies clad in long +white saris {garment in one piece, covering the body from head to +foot} and closely veiled. A sleek Bengali had already got out from +a palanquin which had accompanied the hackeri; in a second +palanquin sat Monsieur de Bonnefon, who did not take the trouble to +alight.</p> +<p>With many salaams the Bengali led the ladies through the gate +and across the compound towards the house. They both walked proudly +erect, with a gait very different from that of the native ladies +who time and again had followed the same path. They entered the +house; the heavy door was shut; and from behind the screens of the +room to which they were led they heard the hackeri rumbling +away.</p> +<p>Monsieur de Bonnefon, as his palanquin was borne off, +soliloquized, ticking off imaginary accounts on the fingers of his +left hand; the right hand was partly hidden by a black velvet +mitten. His reckoning ran somewhat as follows:</p> +<p>"In account with Edward Merriman:</p> +<p>"Credit--to the hounding out of the Company by his friend Clive: +nominal: I made more outside; to scurrilous abuse in public and +private: mere words; say fifty rupees; to threat to hang me: mere +words again: say fifty rupees. Total credit, say a hundred +rupees.</p> +<p>"Debit--to ransom for wife and daughter: two lakhs.</p> +<p>"Balance in my favor, say a hundred and ninety-nine thousand +nine hundred rupees.</p> +<p>"In a few weeks, Mr. Edward Merriman, I shall trouble you for a +settlement."</p> +<h2><a name="Ch25" id="Ch25">Chapter 25</a>: In which our hero +embarks on a hazardous mission; and Monsieur Sinfray's khansaman +makes a confession.</h2> +<p>On arriving at Fulta, Desmond found that the European fugitives +from Calcutta were living for the most part on board the country +ships in the river, while the military were cantoned in huts +ashore, on a plain eastward of the town. The avenues leading to +their camp were occupied by Sepoys. Desmond lost no time in making +his way to Major Killpatrick's hut and presenting his +credentials.</p> +<p>"Very glad to make your acquaintance," said the major heartily. +"Oh yes, I know all about you. Mr. Merriman has told me of the way +you brought his cargo through from Cossimbazar, and the plucky +stand you made against odds. By Jove, sir, 'twas an amazing good +piece of work. You deserved a commission if any youngster ever did, +and I'm glad Mr. Clive has done the right thing. Let me tell you, +Mr. Clive don't make mistakes--in military matters, that is to say. +And Gheria, now: egad, sir, you must have a head on your shoulders; +and that en't flattery; we soldiers en't in the habit of laying on +the butter.</p> +<p>"You did well; and sure you'll be of the greatest use to us +here. We need a few men as are able to keep their heads in a warm +place: and, begad, if they'd such men in Bengal these last months +we wouldn't be rotting here in this fever-haunted place. Why, I've +lost thirty-two officers and men in less than a couple of months, +and I'll be lucky if I've fifty fit for service by the time Mr. +Clive arrives. When may we expect him, sir?"</p> +<p>"He couldn't tell me, sir. The Madras Council can't make up +their minds who is to command the expedition, and they're waiting +for ships from home."</p> +<p>Major Killpatrick laughed.</p> +<p>"Why, I know how that will end. With Mr. Stringer Lawrence laid +up there is only one man fit to do this job, and that's Mr. Clive, +and the sooner the gentlemen on their office stools at Madras see +that, the better in the end for everybody.</p> +<p>"Now you're strong again, eh? Got rid of that touch of +fever?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir; I'm as well as ever."</p> +<p>"And want to be doing something, I'll be bound. Well, 'twill +need some thinking, what you've to do. We're badly served with +news. We've got spies, of course; but I don't set much store by +native spies in this country. We've information by the bushel, but +when you come to sift it out there's precious little of it you can +trust. And the enemy has got spies, too--hundreds of 'em. I'll bet +my boots there's a regular system of kasids for carrying news of us +to Manik Chand and from him to the Nawab. If the truth was known, I +dare say that rascal knows how many hairs I have on my bald crown +under my wig--if that's any interest to him.</p> +<p>"Well, I suppose you'll join Mr. Merriman on board one of the +ships. Better chance of escaping the fever there. I'll turn over a +thing or two I have in my mind and send for you when I've done +turning."</p> +<p>On the way back to the shore Desmond met the serang who had +accompanied him down the river from Cossimbazar. The man explained +that after the capture of Calcutta his brother Hubbo, the Company's +syr serang {head boatman}, had been impressed into the service of +the Nawab, and he himself had been sent by Hubbo to Fulta to assist +the Council and merchants of the Company. He had there met Mr. +Merriman, whom in common with many others he had believed to be +dead. Mr. Merriman, having no immediate need for his services, had +willingly permitted him to take his brother's place in the +employment of the Company.</p> +<p>Mr. Merriman welcomed Desmond with quite fatherly affection, and +congratulated him heartily on his appointment. The Hormuzzeer being +unlikely, owing to the complete cessation of trade, to make another +voyage for some months to come, he decided to take up his quarters +on board, and Desmond lived with him as a matter of course.</p> +<p>Desmond was shocked to see the change wrought on his friend by +the loss of his wife and daughter. All his gay spirits had left +him; he had thinned perceptibly, and his eyes had that strained +look which only a great sorrow can cause.</p> +<p>"I have been thinking it over, Desmond," he said as they sat in +the cabin, "and I can only conclude that this is one more of +Peloti's villainies. Good God! had he not done me and mine harm +enough? Who else would be so dead to all sense of right, of +decency, as to seize upon two helpless women? My brother was +hanged, Desmond; hanging is too good for that scoundrel; but we +cannot touch him; he laughs at us; and I am +helpless--helpless!"</p> +<p>"Like you, sir, I have come to believe that you owe this +terrible sorrow to Diggle--I must always call him that. Don't give +up heart, sir. What his motive is, if he has indeed captured the +ladies, I cannot tell. It may be to use them as hostages in case he +gets into trouble with us; it is impossible to see into the black +depths of his mind. But I believe the ladies are safe, and, please +God, I shall learn something about them and maybe bring them back +to you."</p> +<p>Desmond waited a couple of days in the hope of receiving a +definite task from Major Killpatrick. But that officer, while an +excellent soldier, was not fertile in expedients. The process of +"turning things over in his mind" did not furnish him with an +inspiration.</p> +<p>He came on board the Hormuzzeer one afternoon, and confessed +that he didn't see how Desmond could possibly get up and down the +river. Mr. Merriman reminded him that in the early days of the stay +at Fulta, Mr. Robert Gregory had gone up with requests to the +French and Dutch for assistance. Under cover of a storm he passed +Tanna and Calcutta unnoticed by the Nawab's men.</p> +<p>"The French were very polite, but wouldn't move a finger for +us," added Mr. Merriman. "The Dutch were more neighborly, and sent +us some provisions--badly needed, I assure you. Mr. Gregory is +still with them at Chinsura."</p> +<p>"If he got through, why shouldn't I?" asked Desmond.</p> +<p>"My dear boy," said Killpatrick, "the river is narrowly watched. +The Moors know that Gregory outwitted them; sure no other +Englishman could repeat the trick. And if you were caught, there's +no saying how Manik Chand might serve you. He seems disposed to be +friendly, to be sure: he's made governor of Calcutta now, and wants +to feel his feet. But he's a weak man, by all accounts; and weak +men, when they are afraid, are always cruel. If he caught an +Englishman spying out the land he'd most probably treat him after +oriental methods.</p> +<p>"In fact, the situation between him and us is such," concluded +the major with a laugh, "that he'd be quite justified in stringing +you up."</p> +<p>Major Killpatrick left without offering any suggestion. When he +had gone Desmond spent an hour or two in "turning things over in +his mind." He felt that the major was well disposed and would +probably jump at any reasonable scheme that was put before him.</p> +<p>After a period of quiet reflection he sought out Hossain, the +serang, and had a long talk with him. At the conclusion of the +interview he went to see Mr. Merriman. He explained that Hossain +wished to return to the service of a former employer, a native +grain merchant in Calcutta, who did a large trade along the Hugli +from the Sandarbands to Murshidabad. The consent of the Council was +required, and Desmond wished Mr. Merriman to arrange the matter +without giving any explanation.</p> +<p>The merchant was naturally anxious to know why Desmond +interested himself in the man, and what he learned drew from him an +instant promise to obtain the Council's consent without delay. Then +Desmond made his way to Major Killpatrick's hut, and remained +closeted with that genial officer till a late hour.</p> +<p>Six weeks later a heavily-laden petala, with a dinghy trailing +behind, was dropping down the river above Hugli. Its crew numbered +four. One was Hossain, the serang, who had left Fulta with Desmond +on the day after his interview with Major Killpatrick. Two were +dark-skinned boatmen, Bengalis somewhat stupid in appearance. The +fourth, who was steering, was rather lighter in hue, as well as +more alert and energetic in mien: a lascar, as Hossain explained in +answer to inquiries along the river. He had lately been employed on +one of the Company's vessels, but it had been sunk in the Hugli +during the siege of Calcutta. He was a handy man in a boat, and +very glad to earn a few pice in this time of stagnant trade. Things +were not looking bright for boatmen on the Hugli; as only a few +vessels had left the river from Chandernagore and Chinsura since +the troubles began there was little or no opening for men of the +shipwrecked crew.</p> +<p>The petala made fast for the night near the bank, at a spot a +little below Hugli, between that place and Chinsura. When the two +Bengalis had eaten their evening rice, Hossain told them that they +might, if they pleased, take the dinghy and attend a tamasha +{entertainment} that was being held in Chinsura that night in honor +of the wedding of one of the Dutch Company's principal gumashtas. +The Bengalis, always ready for an entertainment of this kind, +slipped overboard and were soon rowing down to Chinsura. Their +orders were to be back immediately after the second watch of the +night. Only the lascar and Hossain were left in the boat.</p> +<p>Ten minutes after the men had disappeared from view, the serang +lit a small oil lamp in the tiny cabin. He then made his way to the +helm, whispered a word in the lascar's ear, and took his place. The +latter nodded and went into the cabin. Drawing the curtains, he +squatted on a mattress, took from a hiding place in the cabin a few +sheets of paper and a pencil, and, resting the paper on the back of +a tray, began to write.</p> +<p>As he did so he frequently consulted a scrap of paper he kept at +his left hand; it was closely covered with letters and figures, +these latter not Hindustani characters, but the Arabic figures +employed by Europeans.</p> +<p>The first line of what he wrote himself ran thus:</p> +<p>29 19 28 19 36 38 32 20 21 39 23 34 19 29 29 35 32 38 24 38 23 +32<br /> +{constructed from the cipher actually used by Mr. Watts at +Murshidabad}.</p> +<p>The letter or message upon which he was engaged was not a +lengthy one, but it took a long time to compose. When it was +finished the lascar went over it line by line, comparing it with +the paper at his left hand. Then he folded it very small, sealed it +with a wafer, and, returning to the serang, said a few words. +Whereupon Hossain made a trumpet of his hands, and, looking toward +the left bank, sounded a few notes in imitation of a bird's warble. +The shore was fringed here with low bushes. As if in answer to the +call a small boat darted out from the shelter of a bush; a few +strokes brought it alongside of the petala; and the serang, bending +over, handed the folded paper to the boatman, and whispered a few +words in his ear. The man pushed off, and the lascar watched the +boat float silently down the stream until it was lost to sight.</p> +<p>Dawn was hardly breaking when Major Killpatrick, awakened by his +servant, received from his hands a folded paper which by the aid of +a candle he began to pore over, laboriously comparing it with a +small code similar to that used by the lascar. One by one he +penciled on a scrap of paper certain letters, every now and then +whistling between his teeth as he spelt out the words they made. +The result appeared thus:</p> +<p>Magazines for ammunition and stores of grain being prepared +Tribeni and Hugli. Bazaar rumor Nawab about to march with army to +Calcutta. Orders issued Hugli traffic to be strictly watched. Dutch +phataks {gate or barrier} closed. Forth unable leave Chinsura. +Tanna Fort 9 guns; opposite Tanna 6 guns; Holwell's garden 5 guns; +4 each Surman's and Ganj; 2 each Mr. Watts' house, Seth's ghat, +Maryas ghat, carpenter's yard.</p> +<p>"Egad!" he exclaimed, on a second reading of the message, "the +boy's a conjurer. This is important enough to send to Mr. Clive at +once. But I'll make a copy of it first in case of accident."</p> +<p>Having made his copy and sealed the original and his first +transcription, he summoned his servant and bade him send for the +kasid. To him he intrusted the papers, directing him to convey them +without loss of time to Clive Sahib, whom he might expect to find +at Kalpi.</p> +<p>It was December thirteenth. Two months before, the fleet +containing Colonel Clive and the troops destined for the Bengal +expedition had sailed from Madras. The force consisted of two +hundred and seventy-six king's troops, six hundred and seventy-six +of the Company's, about a thousand Sepoys, and two hundred and +sixty lascars. They were embarked on five of the king's ships, with +Admiral Watson in the Kent, and as many Company's vessels.</p> +<p>Baffling winds, various mishaps, and the calms usual at this +time of the year had protracted the voyage, so seriously that the +men had to be put on a two-thirds allowance of rations. Many of the +European soldiers were down with scurvy, many of the Sepoys +actually died of starvation, having consumed all their rice, and +refusing to touch the meat provided for the British soldiers, for +fear of losing caste. When the admiral at length arrived at Fulta, +he had only six of the ten ships with which he started, two that +had parted company arriving some ten days later, and two being +forced to put back to Madras, under stress of weather.</p> +<p>While the Kent lay at Kalpi Clive received the message sent him +by Major Killpatrick, and was visited by Mr. Drake and other +members of the Council, from whom he heard of the sickness among +the troops. On arriving at Fulta he at once went on shore and +visited the major.</p> +<p>"Sorry to hear of your sad case, Mr. Killpatrick," he said. +"We're very little better off. But we must make the best of it. I +got your note. 'Twas an excellent greeting. Young Burke is a +capital fellow; I have not mistook his capacity."</p> +<p>"Faith, 'twas what I told him, sir. I said Colonel Clive never +mistook his men."</p> +<p>"Well, if that's true, what you said won't make him vain. This +information is valuable: you see that. Have you heard anything more +from the lad?"</p> +<p>"Nothing, sir."</p> +<p>"And you can't communicate with him?"</p> +<p>"No, 'twas a part of his scheme never to let me know his +whereabouts, in case the messages miscarried."</p> +<p>"So; 'twas his scheme, not yours?"</p> +<p>"Egad, sir, I've no head for that sort of thing," said +Killpatrick with a laugh. "Give me a company, and a wall to scale +or a regiment to charge, and--"</p> +<p>"My dear fellow," interrupted Clive, "we all know the king has +no better officer. Credit where credit is due, major, and you're +not the man to grudge this youngster his full credit for an +uncommonly daring and clever scheme. Did you see him in his +disguise?"</p> +<p>"I did, sir, and at a distance he took in both Mr. Merriman and +myself."</p> +<p>"Well, he's a boy to keep an eye on, and I only hope that tigers +or dacoits or the Nawab's Moors won't get hold of him; he's the +kind of lad we can't spare. Now, let me know the state of your +troops."</p> +<p>When he had sent off his note to Major Killpatrick, Desmond +enjoyed a short spell on deck preparatory to turning in. Hossain +was placidly smoking his hubblebubble; from the far bank of the +Hugli came the mingled sounds of tom toms and other instruments; +near the boat all was quiet, the wavelets of the stream lapping +idly against the sides, the stillness broken only by the occasional +howl of a jackal prowling near the bank in quest of the corpses of +pious Hindus consigned to the sacred waters of the Ganges.</p> +<p>Desmond was half dozing when he was startled into wakefulness by +a sudden clamor from the native town. He heard shots, loud cries, +the hideous blare of the Bengal trumpets. For half an hour the +shouts continued intermittently; then they gradually died away.</p> +<p>Wondering whether the tamasha had ended in a tumult, Desmond was +about to seek his couch, when, just beneath him, as it seemed, he +heard a voice--a feeble cry for help. He sprang up and looked over +the side. Soon a dark head appeared on the water. With a cry to the +serang to cast loose and row after him, Desmond took a header into +the stream, and with a few strokes gained the drowning man's +side.</p> +<p>He was clearly exhausted. Supporting him with one arm, Desmond +struck out with the other, and being a strong swimmer he reached +the stern of the boat even before the serang had slipped his +moorings. With Hossain's aid he lifted the man into the boat, and +carried him to the cabin. He was all but unconscious.</p> +<p>A mouthful of arrack {fermented liquor made from rice or the +juice of the palm} from the serang's jar revived him. No sooner was +he in command of his breath than he implored his rescuers for their +help and protection. He had escaped, he said, from Hugli Fort, not +without a gunshot wound behind his shoulder. He spoke in Bengali. +Seeing that he was too much exhausted and agitated to tell his +story that night, Desmond bade the serang assure him of his safety. +Then they made shift to tend his wound, and, comforting him with +food and drink, left him to sleep and recover.</p> +<p>The two Bengalis who had been to Chinsura returned before they +were expected. They had been alarmed by the uproar. As soon as they +were aboard Desmond decided to drop a mile or two farther down the +river. The boat coming to a ghat below Chandernagore, the serang +ordered the men to pull in, and tied up for the night.</p> +<p>In the morning the Bengalis were despatched on some errand along +the bank, and the coast being clear Desmond went with the serang to +the wounded man to learn particulars of the escape. The Bengali had +now almost wholly recovered, and was very voluble in his gratitude +for his rescue. Happening to glance towards the bank, he suddenly +uttered an exclamation of fear, and begged the serang with frantic +waving of the hands to leave the spot at once.</p> +<p>"Why, O brother, this fear?" asked Hossain.</p> +<p>"I will tell you. It is a great fear. Just before the coming of +the rains I was at Khulna. There I was hired by the head serang of +a lady traveling to Calcutta. She was the wife of a burra sahib of +the great Company, and with her was her daughter. All went well +until we came near Chandernagore; we struck a snag; the boat sprang +a leak; we feared the bibis would be drowned. We rowed to this very +ghat; a sahib welcomed the ladies; they went into his house yonder. +Presently he sent for us; we lodged with his servants; but in the +night we were set upon, bound, and carried to Hugli. False +witnesses accused us of being dacoits; we were condemned; and I was +confined with others in the prison.</p> +<p>"Always since then have I looked for a chance of escape. It came +at last. Some of the jailers went last night to the tamasha at +Chinsura. I stole out and got away. A sentry fired upon me, and hit +me; but I am a good swimmer and I plunged into the river. You know +all that happened then, O serang, and I beseech you leave this +place; it is a dreadful place; some harm will come to us all."</p> +<p>Desmond's knowledge of Bengali was as yet slight, and he caught +only portions of the man's narrative. But he understood enough to +convince him that he was at last on the track of the missing +ladies; and when, shortly afterwards, Hossain gave him in Urdu the +whole of the story, he determined at once to act on the +information.</p> +<p>On the return of the two Bengalis, he arranged with the serang +to set them at work on some imaginary repairs to the boat: that +pretext for delay was as good as another. Then, Hossain having +reassured the fugitive, he himself landed and made his way up to +the house.</p> +<p>It was closed. There was no sign of its being inhabited. But +about a hundred yards from the gate Desmond saw a basti {block of +native huts}, and from one of the huts smoke was issuing. He +sauntered up. Before the door, lolling in unstudied dishabille, +squatted a bearded, turbaned Mohammedan, whom from his rotundity +Desmond guessed to be the khansaman of the big house.</p> +<p>"Salaam aleikam {peace be with you!}, khansaman!" said Desmond +suavely. "Pardon the curiosity of an ignorant sailor from Gujarat. +What nawab owns the great house yonder?"</p> +<p>The khansaman, beaming in acknowledgment of the implied +compliment to his own importance, replied:</p> +<p>"To Sinfray Sahib, worthy khalasi."</p> +<p>"The great Sinfray Sahib of Chandernagore? Surely that is a +strange thing!"</p> +<p>"Strange! What is strange? That Sinfray Sahib should own so fine +a house? You should see his other house in Chandernagore: then +indeed you might lift your eyes in wonder."</p> +<p>"Nay, indeed, I marveled not at that, for Sinfray Sahib is +indeed a great man. We who dwell upon the kala pani know well his +name. Is it not known in the bazaars in Pondicheri and Surat? But I +marvel at this, khansaman: that on one day, this day of my speaking +to you, I should meet the sahib's most trusty servant, as I doubt +not you are, and also the man who has sworn revenge upon the owner +of this house--ay, and on all the household."</p> +<p>"Bismillah! {'in the name of Allah!'--a common exclamation}" +exclaimed the khansaman, spitting out his betel. He was thoroughly +interested, but as yet unconcerned. "What do you mean, +khalasi?"</p> +<p>"I parted but now, on the river, from a fellow boatman who of +late has lain in prison at Hugli, put there, they say, by order of +Sinfray Sahib. He is not a dacoit; no man less so; but false +witnesses rose up against him. And, I bethink me, he said that the +sahib's khansaman was one of these men with lying lips.</p> +<p>"Surely he was in error; for your face, O khansaman, is open as +the sun, your lips are fragrant with the very attar of truth. But +he is filled with rage and fury; in his madness he will not tarry +to inquire. If he should meet you--well, it is the will of Allah: +no man can escape his fate."</p> +<p>The khansaman, as Desmond spoke, looked more and more +distressed; and at the last words his face was livid.</p> +<p>"It is not true," he said. "But I know the blind fury of +revenge. Do thou entreat him for me. I will pay thee well. I have +saved a few pice {coin, value one-eighth of a penny}. It will be +worth five rupees to thee; and to make amends to the madman, I will +give him fifty rupees, even if it strips me of all I have. Allah +knows it was not my doing; it was forced upon me."</p> +<p>"How could that be, khansaman?" said Desmond, letting pass the +man's contradictory statements.</p> +<p>"It is not necessary to explain; my word is my word."</p> +<p>"No doubt; but so enraged is the khalasi I speak of that unless +I can explain to him fully he will not heed me. Never shall I +dissuade him from his purpose."</p> +<p>"It is the will of Allah!" said the khansaman resignedly. "I +will tell you. It was not Sinfray Sahib at all. He was at the +Nawab's court at Murshidabad. He had lent his house to a friend +while he was absent. The friend had a spite against Merriman Sahib, +the merchant at Calcutta; and when the bibi and the chota bibi came +down the river he seized them. Sinfray Sahib believes there was an +attack by dacoits; but the bibi's peons were carried away by the +sahib's friend: it was he that brought the evidence against them. +The Angrezi Sahib induced me to swear falsely by avouching that +Sinfray Sahib was also an enemy of Merriman Sahib; but when the +judge had said his word the sahib bade me keep silence with my +master, for he was ignorant of it all. The Angrezi Sahib is a +terrible man: what could I do? I was afraid to speak."</p> +<p>"And what was the name of the Angrezi Sahib?"</p> +<p>"His name?--It was Higli--no, Digli Sahib--accursed be the day I +first saw him."</p> +<p>Desmond drew a long breath.</p> +<p>"And what became of the bibi and the chota bibi?"</p> +<p>"They were taken away."</p> +<p>"Whither?"</p> +<p>"I do not know."</p> +<p>The answer was glib; Desmond thought a little too glib.</p> +<p>"Why then, khansaman," he said, "I fear it would be vain for me +to reason with the man I spoke of. He has eaten the salt of +Merriman Sahib; his lord's injury is his also. But you acted for +the best. Allah hafiz! that will be a morsel of comfort even if +this man's knife should find its way between your ribs. Not every +dying man has such consolation. Live in peace, good khansaman."</p> +<p>Desmond, who had been squatting in the oriental manner--an +accomplishment he had learned with some pains at Gheria--rose to +leave. The khansaman's florid cheeks again put on a sickly hue, and +when the seeming lascar had gone a few paces he called him +back.</p> +<p>"Ahi, excellent khalasi. I think--I remember--I am almost sure I +can discover where the two bibis are concealed."</p> +<p>"Inshallah! {'please God!'--a common exclamation} That is indeed +fortunate," said Desmond, turning back. "There lies the best chance +of averting the wrath of this much-wronged man."</p> +<p>"Wait but a little till I have clad myself duly; I will then go +to a friend yonder and inquire."</p> +<p>He went into his hut and soon returned clothed in the garments +that befitted his position. Walking to a hut at the end of the +block, he made pretense, Desmond suspected, of inquiring. He was +soon back.</p> +<p>"Allah is good!" he said. "The khitmatgar yonder tells me they +were taken to a house three coss {the coss is nearly two miles} +distant, belonging to the great faujdar Manik Chand. It is rented +from him by Digli Sahib, who is a great friend of his +Excellency."</p> +<p>"Well, khansaman, you will show me the way to the house."</p> +<p>But the khansaman appeared to have donned, with his clothes, a +sense of his own importance. The authoritative tone of the lascar +offended his dignity.</p> +<p>"Who are you, scum of the sea, that you tell a khansaman of +Bengal what he shall do? Hold your tongue, piece of seaweed, or by +the beard of the Prophet--"</p> +<p>The threat was never completed, for Desmond, stepping up close +to the man, caught him by the back of the neck and shook him till +his teeth rattled in his head.</p> +<p>"Quick! Lead the way! Foolish khansaman, do you want your fat +body shaken to a jelly? That is the way with us khalasis from +Gujarat. Quick, I say!"</p> +<p>"Hold, khalasi!" panted the khansaman; "I will do what you wish. +Believe me, you are the first khalasi from Gujarat I have +seen--"</p> +<p>"Or you would not have delayed so long. Quick, man!"</p> +<p>With a downcast air the man set off. The sun was getting high; +being fat and soft, the khansaman was soon in distress. But Desmond +allowed him no respite. In about two hours they arrived at the +house he had mentioned. The gate was ajar; the door broken open. +Hastily entering, Desmond knew instinctively by the appearance of +the place that it was deserted.</p> +<p>He went through the house from bottom to top. Not a living +person was to be seen. But in one of the rooms his quick eye caught +sight of a small hairpin such as only a European woman would use. +He picked it up. In another room a cooking pot had been left, and +it was evident that it had but lately been used. The simple +furniture was in some disorder.</p> +<p>The khansaman had with much labor managed to mount the +stairs.</p> +<p>"Allah is Allah!" he said. "They are gone!"</p> +<h2><a name="Ch26" id="Ch26">Chapter 26</a>: In which presence of +mind is shown to be next best to absence of body.</h2> +<p>The khansaman's surprise was clearly genuine, and Desmond +refrained from visiting on him his disappointment. Bitter as that +was, his alarm was still more keen. What had become of the ladies! +With all his old impulsiveness he had come to rescue them, never +pausing to think of what risks he himself might run. And now they +were gone! Could Diggle have suspected that his carefully-hidden +tracks were being followed up, and have removed the prisoners to +some spot remoter from the river? It was idle to speculate; they +were gone; and there was no obvious clue to their whereabouts.</p> +<p>The khansaman, limp and damp after his unwonted exercise, had +squatted on the floor and was fanning himself, groaning deeply. +Desmond went to the window of the room and looked out over the +country; wondering, longing, fearing. As he gazed disconsolately +before him, he caught sight of a party of horsemen rapidly +approaching. Bidding the khansaman stifle his groans, he watched +them eagerly through the chiks of the window. Soon a dozen native +horsemen cantered up to the front gate and drew rein.</p> +<p>One of them, clad in turban of gold tissue, short blue jacket +lavishly decorated with gold, and crimson trousers, bade the rest +dismount. He was a tall man, a handsome figure in his fine array. +He wore a sword with hilt inlaid with gold, the scabbard covered +with crimson velvet; and in his girdle was stuck a knife with agate +handle, and a small Moorish dagger ornamented with gold and +silver.</p> +<p>He stood for a time gazing as in perplexity at the broken +gateway. His face was concealed by his turban from Desmond, looking +from above. But when he directed his glance upward, Desmond, +peering through the chiks, could scarcely believe his eyes. The +features were those of Marmaduke Diggle. His heart thumped against +his ribs. Never, perhaps, in the whole course of his adventures, +had he been in such deadly peril. The appearance of the party had +been so sudden, and he had been so deeply engrossed with his +musings, that he had not had time to think of his own +situation.</p> +<p>"Come, son of a pig," said Diggle at length, throwing himself +from his horse and beckoning to his syce, "we will search the +place. There must be something to show who the dacoits were."</p> +<p>He strode into the compound, followed by his trembling +servant.</p> +<p>"Indeed, huzur," said the man in shrill tones of excuse, "we did +our best. But they were many: our livers were as water."</p> +<p>"Chup {shut up}, pig! Wait till you are spoken to," exclaimed +Diggle, turning angrily upon him.</p> +<p>"Achha, sahib! bahut achha, sahib {good, sahib--very good, +sahib}!"</p> +<p>A vicious kick cut short his protestations, and the two passed +out of hearing of the two watchers above, the khansaman having +brought his quivering flabbiness to Desmond's side. Diggle passed +into the entrance hall, the native horsemen waiting like statues at +the gate.</p> +<p>"It is the sahib!" whispered the shaking khansaman to Desmond: +"Digli Sahib. He will kill me. He is a tiger."</p> +<p>"Silence, fool!" said Desmond sternly: "there must be a way +out.</p> +<p>"Jeldi jao {go quickly}! we shall be too late."</p> +<p>The man seemed glued to the spot with fear. The footsteps of +Diggle could be heard in the rooms below. In a few minutes he would +reach the upper story; then it would indeed be too late to flee. If +they could gain the back staircase they might slip down and hide in +the garden. But fright appeared to have bereft the khansaman of all +power of movement.</p> +<p>Yet Desmond, for more than one reason, was unwilling to leave +him. He knew what Diggle's tender mercies were; but he also knew +that the khansaman, if discovered, would certainly try to purchase +his safety by betraying his companion. So, without more ado, +seizing him by the neck, Desmond shook him vigorously.</p> +<p>"Come!" he said in a fierce whisper, "or I shall leave you to +face the sahib alone."</p> +<p>This summary treatment shocked the man from his stupor. Stepping +on tiptoe he darted across the room, through the door communicating +with a room beyond, into a narrow passageway at the rear of the +house. Here was a second staircase leading downwards to the +servants' quarters.</p> +<p>"Wait there," said Desmond when they were halfway down. "If you +hear any one coming up, rejoin me above."</p> +<p>He himself crept noiselessly back to the upper floor. No sooner +had he reached the top than he heard Diggle moving in the room he +had recently left. He darted to a khashkas {a fragrant plant whose +roots are used for making screens} curtain, through the meshes of +which he could see into the two intercommunicating rooms. Diggle +was carefully searching the apartment; he clearly knew it was the +one lately occupied by the ladies.</p> +<p>As he stooped to pick up a cushion that lay on the floor beside +a divan, his eye was caught by a scrap of crumpled paper. He +snatched at it like a hawk and with quick fingers straightened it +out--the fingers of the mittened hand that Desmond knew so well. On +the paper was writing; the characters were English, but Diggle +appeared to have some difficulty in making them out.</p> +<p>"'Your servant Surendra Nath Chuckerbutti,'" he said slowly, +aloud.</p> +<p>"Who is Surendra Nath Chuckerbutti?" he asked his man, standing +behind.</p> +<p>"Truly, huzur, I know not. It is a common name in Bengal--a vile +Hindu; an unbeliever--"</p> +<p>"How did this paper come here?" cried Diggle impatiently.</p> +<p>"How should I know, sahib? I am a poor man, an ignorant man; I +do not read--"</p> +<p>"Come with me and search the back of the house," said Diggle, +turning away with an oath.</p> +<p>Desmond stepped noiselessly across the floor and joined the +khansaman. They made their way out stealthily down the stairs, +through the garden at the back, into a mango grove. There they +remained hidden until Diggle, finding his search fruitless, +remounted with his men and galloped away.</p> +<p>Desmond felt in a maze of bewilderment. It was clear that Diggle +was ignorant of the whereabouts of the ladies; where had they been +spirited to, and by whom? Apparently there had been an attack on +the house, and they had been carried away: was it by friends or +foes? What was the meaning of the paper found by Diggle? Had the +Babu had any hand in the latest disappearance, or was it his letter +that had put someone else on their track? Desmond had heard nothing +of Surendra Nath or his father since the sack of Calcutta.</p> +<p>There was no clue to the solution of the problem. Meanwhile it +was necessary to get back to Calcutta. The journey had been delayed +too long already, and Hossain's employer, the grain merchant, would +have good reason for complaint if he felt that his business was +being neglected.</p> +<p>"We must go, khansaman," said Desmond in sudden +determination.</p> +<p>The man was nothing loath. They returned by the way they had +come. Desmond left the man some distance short of Sinfray's house, +promising, in return for his assistance, to use his best offices +with the irate manjhi {steersman} on his behalf. Then he struck off +for the point lower down the river where his boat was moored. As +soon as he arrived they got under way, and late that evening +reached Tanna Fort, where they had to deliver their cargo of rice +for the use of the Nawab's garrison.</p> +<p>In the dead of night they were surprised by a visit from Hubbo, +the serang's brother. He had seen them as they passed from one of +the sloops that lay in the river opposite the fort. Though chief in +command of the Nawab's vessels at that point, he was still secretly +loyal to the Company, and was anxious to serve their interests to +the best of his power.</p> +<p>He had now brought important news. The three sloops and two +brigantines that lay off the fort were, he said, filled with earth. +On the approach of Admiral Watson's fleet they were to be scuttled +and sunk in the fairway. A subahdar {equivalent to colonel of +infantry} of Manik Chand's force was at present on board one of the +sloops, to superintend the work of scuttling. The signal would be +given by the subahdar himself from his sloop.</p> +<p>"Very well, Hubbo," said Desmond, "that signal must not be +given."</p> +<p>"But how prevent it, sahib? I wish well to the Company; have I +not eaten their salt? But what can one man do against many? The +subahdar is a very fierce man; very zabburdasti {masterful}. When +he gives the word it will be death to disobey."</p> +<p>Desmond sat for some time with his chin in his hands, thinking. +Then he asked:</p> +<p>"Do you know where the British fleet is at present?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sahib. I was in the bazaar today; it was said that this +morning the ships were still at Fulta. The sepoys are recovering +from the privations of the voyage."</p> +<p>"We shall drop down the river tomorrow as soon as we have +unloaded our cargo. You may expect us back ahead of the fleet, so +keep a good lookout for us. I shall take care that Mr. Drake is +informed of your fidelity, and you will certainly be well +rewarded."</p> +<p>Early in the morning the cargo was unloaded; then, under +pretense of taking in goods at Mayapur, the petala dropped down the +river and gained Fulta under cover of night.</p> +<p>Next morning Desmond, having resumed his ordinary attire, sought +an interview with Clive.</p> +<p>"The very man I wished to see," said Clive, shaking hands. "Your +scouting is the one ray of light in the darkness that covers the +enemy's arrangements. You have done remarkably well, and I take it +you would not be here unless you had something to tell me."</p> +<p>Desmond gave briefly the information he had learned from +Hubbo.</p> +<p>"That's the game, is it?" said Clive. "A pretty scheme, egad! +'Twill be fatal to us if carried out. 'Twould put a spoke in the +admiral's wheel and throw all the work on the land force. That's +weak enough, what with Mr. Killpatrick's men dying off every +day--he has only thirty left--and my own Sepoys mostly skeletons. +And we haven't proved ourselves against the Nawab's troops; I +suppose they outnumber us thirty to one, and after their success at +Calcutta they'll be very cock-a-hoop. Yet 'tis so easy to sink a +few ships, especially if preparations have been made long in +advance, as appears to be the case."</p> +<p>"I think, sir, it might be prevented."</p> +<p>Clive, who had been pacing up and down in some perturbation of +mind, his head bent, his hands clasped behind him, halted, looked +up sharply, and said:</p> +<p>"Indeed! How?"</p> +<p>"If we could get hold of the subahdar."</p> +<p>"By bribing him? He might not be open to bribery. Most of these +native officials are, but there are some honest men among them, and +he may be one. He wouldn't have been selected for his job unless +Manik Chand thought him trustworthy. Besides, how are we going to +get into communication with him? And even if we did, and filled him +to the brim with rupees, how are we to know he wouldn't sell us in +turn to the enemy?"</p> +<p>"But there are other ways, sir. We can depend on Hubbo, and if I +might suggest, it would pay to promise him a rich reward if he +managed to keep the passage clear."</p> +<p>"Yes, I agree. What reward would be most effective?"</p> +<p>"A few hundred rupees and the post of syr serang in the +Company's service when Calcutta is retaken."</p> +<p>"Not too extravagant! Well, I shall see Mr. Drake; the offer had +better come from him and reach Hubbo through his brother."</p> +<p>"And then, sir, it ought not to be impossible to secure the +subahdar himself when the moment arrives."</p> +<p>Clive looked at the bright eager countenance of the boy before +him.</p> +<p>"Upon my word, my lad," he said, "I believe you can do it. How, +I don't know; but you have shown so much resource already that you +may be able to help us in this fix--for fix it is, and a bad one. +'Tis the will that counts; if one is only determined enough no +difficulty is insuperable--a lesson that our friends from Calcutta +might take to heart. But have you a plan?"</p> +<p>"Not at present, sir. I should like to think it over; and if I +can hit on anything that seems feasible I should be glad of your +leave to try."</p> +<p>"By all means, my lad. If you fail--well, no one will be more +sorry than I, for your sake. If you succeed, you will find that I +shall not forget.</p> +<p>"There's one thing I want to ask you before you go. Have you +heard anything of my friend Merriman's ladies?"</p> +<p>"Yes, sir; and, as I suspected, Diggle is at the bottom of their +disappearance."</p> +<p>He related the series of incidents up the river.</p> +<p>"Dressed like a native, was he? And looked like a risaldar +{officer commanding a troop of horse}? There's no end to that +fellow's villainy. But his day of reckoning will come; I am sure of +it, and the world will be none the worse for the loss of so vile a +creature. If you take my advice you'll say nothing to Mr. Merriman +of this discovery. 'Twould only unsettle the poor man. He had +better know nothing until we can either restore the ladies to him +or tell him that there is no hope."</p> +<p>"I don't give up hope, sir. They're alive, at any rate; and +Diggle has lost them. I feel sure we shall find them."</p> +<p>"God grant it, my lad."</p> +<h2><a name="Ch27" id="Ch27">Chapter 27</a>: In which an officer of +the Nawab disappears; and Bulger reappears.</h2> +<p>"This will be my last trip, sahib, for my present master. He +says I waste too much time on the river. He also complains that I +go to places without leave and without reason. He heard we were at +Mayapur, and wanted to know why. I made excuses, sahib; I said +whatever came into my head; but he was not satisfied, and I leave +his service in a week."</p> +<p>"That is a pity, Hossain. Unless we are in the service of some +well-known banya we cannot go up and down the river without +exciting suspicion. However, let us hope that before the week is +out the fleet will be here."</p> +<p>Desmond looked a little anxious. The success of his project for +preventing the fouling of the passage at Tanna Fort was more than +ever doubtful. The petala was moored opposite the Crane ghat at +Calcutta, taking in a cargo of jawar {millet} for Chandernagore. +The work of loading had been protracted to the utmost by the +serang; for Desmond did not wish to leave the neighborhood of +Calcutta at the present juncture, when everything turned upon their +being on the spot at the critical moment.</p> +<p>While they were talking, a man who had every appearance of a +respectable banya approached the plank over which the coolies were +carrying the jawer on board. He stood idly watching the work, then +moved away, and squatted on a low pile of bags which had been +emptied of their contents. For a time the serang paid no apparent +heed to him; but presently, while the coolies were still busy, he +sauntered across the plank and strolling to the onlooker exchanged +a salaam and squatted beside him. Passers by might have caught a +word or two about the grain market; the high prices; the +difficulties of transit; the deplorable slackness of trade; the +infamous duplicity of the Greek merchants. At last the banya rose, +salaamed, and walked away.</p> +<p>As he did so the serang carelessly lifted the bag upon which the +banya had been sitting, and, making sure that he was not observed, +picked up a tiny ball of paper scarcely bigger than a pea. Waiting +a few moments, he rose and sauntered back on board. A minute or two +later the lascar in the after part of the boat was unobtrusively +examining the scrap of paper. It contained three words and an +initial:</p> +<p>Tomorrow about ten.--C.</p> +<p>A change had been made in the composition of Hossain's crew +since the incident at Sinfray's house. One day Desmond had found +one of the Bengalis rummaging in the corner of the cabin where he +was accustomed to keep his few personal belongings. Hossain had +dismissed the man on the spot. The man saved from the river had +been kept on the boat and proved a good worker, eager, and willing +to be of use. He was an excellent boatman, a handy man generally, +and, for a Bengali, possessed of exceptional physical strength. At +Desmond's suggestion Hossain offered him the vacant place, and he +at once accepted it.</p> +<p>Since his rescue he had shown much gratitude to Desmond. He was +quick witted, and had not been long on board before he felt that +the khalasi was not quite what he appeared to be. His suspicion was +strengthened by the deference, slight but unmistakable, paid by the +serang to the lascar; for though Desmond had warned Hossain to be +on his guard, the man had been unable to preserve thoroughly the +attitude of a superior to an inferior.</p> +<p>On receiving the short message from Clive, Desmond had a +consultation with Hossain. The coolies had finished their work and +received their pay, and there was nothing unusual in the sight of +the boatmen squatting on deck before loosing their craft from its +moorings.</p> +<p>"If we are to do what we wish to do, Hossain," said Desmond, "we +shall require a third man to help us. Shall we take Karim into our +confidence?"</p> +<p>"That is as you please, sahib. He is a good man, and will, I +think, be faithful."</p> +<p>"Well, send the other fellow on shore; I shall speak to the +man."</p> +<p>The serang gave the second of the two Bengalis who had formed +his original crew an errand on shore. Desmond beckoned up the new +man.</p> +<p>"Are you willing to undertake a service of risk, for a big +reward, Karim?" he asked.</p> +<p>The man hesitated.</p> +<p>"It will be worth a hundred rupees to you."</p> +<p>Karim's eyes sparkled; a hundred rupees represented a fortune to +a man of his class; but he still hesitated.</p> +<p>"Am I to be alone?" he asked at length.</p> +<p>"No," said Desmond; "we shall be with you."</p> +<p>"Hai! If the sahib"--the word slipped out unawares--"is to be +there it is fixed. He is my father and mother: did he not save me +from the river? I would serve him without reward."</p> +<p>"That is very well. All the same the reward shall be yours--to +be paid to you if we succeed, to your family if we fail. For if we +fail it will be our last day: they will certainly shoot us. There +is time to draw back."</p> +<p>"If the sahib is to be there I am not afraid."</p> +<p>"Good. You can go aft. We shall tell you later what is to be +done. And remember, on this boat I am no sahib. I am a khalasi from +Gujarat."</p> +<p>"I shall remember--sahib."</p> +<p>Desmond told the serang that the help of the man was assured, +and discussed with him the enterprise upon which he was bent. He +had given his word to Clive that the blocking of the river should +be prevented, and though the task bade fair to be difficult he was +resolved not to fail. The vessels that were to be sunk in the +fairway were moored opposite the fort at a distance of about a +ship's length from one another. The subahdar was on the sloop +farthest down the river, Hubbo on the next. With the subahdar there +were three men. The signal for the scuttling of the vessels was to +be the waving of a green flag by the subahdar; this was to be +repeated by Hubbo, then by the serang on the sloop above him, and +so on to the end. The vessels were in echelon, the one highest up +the river lying well over to the left bank and nearest to the fort, +the rest studding the fairway so that if they sank at their +moorings it would be impossible for a ship of any size to thread +its way between them. It did not appear that anything had been done +to insure their sinking broadside to the current, the reason being +probably that, whatever might be attempted with this design, the +river would have its will with the vessels as soon as they +sank.</p> +<p>"Our only chance," said Desmond, "is to get hold of the +subahdar. If we can only capture him the rest should be +easy--especially as Hubbo is on the next sloop, which screens the +subahdar's from the rest. It is out of speaking distance from the +fort, too--another piece of luck for us. I shall think things over +in the night, Hossain; be sure to wake me, if I am not awake, at +least a gharri {half an hour} before dawn."</p> +<p>It was the first of January, 1757. At half-past seven in the +morning a heavily-laden petala was making its way slowly against +the tide down the Hugli. Four men were on board; two were rowing, +one was at the helm, the fourth stood looking intently before him. +The boat had passed several vessels lying opposite Tanna Fort, at +various distances from the bank, and came abreast of the last but +one. There the rowers ceased pulling at an order from the man +standing, who put his hand to his mouth and hailed the sloop.</p> +<p>An answer came from a man on deck inviting the caller to come on +board. With a few strokes of the oars the petala was run alongside, +and Hossain joined his brother.</p> +<p>"Is it well, brother?" he said.</p> +<p>"It is well," replied Hubbo.</p> +<p>Desmond at the helm of the petala looked eagerly ahead at the +last sloop of the line. He could see the subahdar on deck, a +somewhat portly figure in resplendent costume. A small dinghy was +passing between his vessel and the shore. It contained a number of +servants, who had brought him his breakfast from the fort. The +crews of the other vessels had prepared their food on board.</p> +<p>After a time a dinghy was let down from Hubbo's sloop. Hubbo +himself stepped into it with one of his crew, and was rowed to the +subahdar's vessel. Desmond, watching him narrowly, saw him salaam +deeply as he went on board.</p> +<p>"Salaam, huzur!" said Hubbo. "Your Excellency will pardon me, +but bismillah! I have just discovered a matter of importance. Our +task, huzur, has lain much on my mind; we have never done anything +of the sort before, and seeing on yonder petala a man I know well, +who has spent many years on the kala pani, I ventured to ask if he +knew what time would be needed to sink a ship with several holes +drilled in the hull."</p> +<p>"That depends on the size of the holes, fool!" said the subahdar +with a snort.</p> +<p>"True, huzur; that is what the serang said. But he went on to +tell me of a case like your Excellency's. His ship was once +captured by the pirates of the Sandarbands. They drilled several +holes in the hull, and rowed away, leaving my friend and several of +the crew to sink with the vessel. But the holes were not big +enough. When the pirate had disappeared, the men on the ship, using +all their strength, managed to run her ashore, filled up the holes +at low tide, and floated her off when the tide came in again."</p> +<p>A look of concern crept over the subahdar's face as he listened. +He was a man without experience of ships, and became uneasy at the +suggestion that anything might mar the execution of his task. Manik +Chand would not lightly overlook a failure.</p> +<p>"Hearing this, huzur," Hubbo continued, "I venture to mention +the matter to your Excellency, especially as it seemed to me, from +what the serang said, that the holes drilled by the pirates were +even larger than those made by the mistris {head workmen} sent from +the fort."</p> +<p>The subahdar looked still more concerned.</p> +<p>"Hai!" he exclaimed, "it is very disturbing. And there is no +time to do anything; the Firangi's ships are reported to be on +their way up the river; the dogs of Kafirs {unbelievers} may be +here soon."</p> +<p>He bit his fingers, frowned, looked anxiously down the river, +then across to the brick fort at Tanna, then to the new mud fort at +Aligarh on the other bank, as if wondering whether he should send +or signal a message to one or the other. Hubbo was silent for a +moment, then he said:</p> +<p>"Have I the huzur's leave to speak?"</p> +<p>"By the twelve imams {high priests descending from Ali, the +son-in-law of Mahomet}, yes! but quickly."</p> +<p>"There is a mistri on board the serang's boat who is used to +working in ships--a khalasi from Gujarat. He might do something on +board your Excellency's ship. If this vessel sank, according to the +plan, the Firangi would not be able to get aboard the others, and +they would have time to sink slowly."</p> +<p>"Barik allah {bravo!}! It is a good idea. Bid the mistri come +aboard at once."</p> +<p>Hubbo sent a long hail over the water. The serang cast off the +rope by which he had made fast to the sloop, and the petala came +slowly down until it was abreast of the subahdar's vessel. Hossain, +Desmond, and Karim stepped aboard, the last carrying a small box of +tools. Only the Bengali was left in the boat. All salaamed low to +the subahdar.</p> +<p>"This, huzur, is my friend," said Hubbo, presenting his brother. +"This is the mistri, and this his assistant."</p> +<p>"Good!" said the subahdar. "Go down into the hold, mistri: look +to the holes; if they are not large enough make them larger, and as +quickly as you can."</p> +<p>Desmond with Karim dived down into the hold. It was filled with +earth, except where a gangway shored up with balks of timber had +been left to give access to the holes that had been drilled and +temporarily stopped. After a few words from the subahdar, Hubbo and +his brother followed Desmond below.</p> +<p>Half an hour later, Hubbo climbed up through the hatchway and +approached the subahdar, who was pacing the deck, giving many an +anxious glance down the river.</p> +<p>"The mistri has bored another hole, huzur. He said the more +holes the better. Perhaps your Excellency will deign to see whether +you regard it as sufficient."</p> +<p>"Nay, I should defile my clothes," said the subahdar, not +relishing the thought of descending into the malodorous depths.</p> +<p>"As your Excellency pleases," said Hubbo, salaaming.</p> +<p>Then the gravity of his charge appeared to overcome the +subahdar's scruples. Gathering his robes close about him, he +stepped to the hatchway and lowered himself into the hold.</p> +<p>"We must hasten," he said. "The ships of the Firangi may appear +at any moment, and I must be on the lookout.</p> +<p>"Meantime," he added to Hubbo, "you keep watch."</p> +<p>For a man of his build he was fairly active. Dropping on to the +loose earth, he scrambled over it towards the oil lamp by whose +light the mistri and his assistant were working.</p> +<p>"This, huzur," said Hossain, pointing to a circular cut in the +planking of the vessel, "is the new hole. It is not yet driven +through, but if your Excellency thinks it sufficient--"</p> +<p>The subahdar craned forward to examine it. "Khubber dar {look +out}!" said Desmond in a low voice.</p> +<p>Hossain had only waited for this signal. He threw himself on the +stooping subahdar and bore him to the floor, at the same time +stuffing a gag between his teeth. In a couple of minutes he was +lying bound and helpless. His ornate garment was but little +sullied. It had been stripped from him by the mistri, who hastily +donned it over his own scanty raiment, together with the subahdar's +turban.</p> +<p>"How will that do, Hossain?" asked Desmond with a smile.</p> +<p>The serang held up the oil lamp to inspect him. With his other +hand he slightly altered the set of the turban and rearranged the +folds of the robe.</p> +<p>"That is excellent, sahib," he said. "A little more girth would +perhaps have been better, but in the distance no one will +notice."</p> +<p>Then calling to Hubbo, he said that all was ready. Hossain +clambered through the hatchway, leaving Desmond concealed behind a +large timber upright, supporting the deck. As soon as the serang +had reached his side, Hubbo called to the men on watch and +said:</p> +<p>"Hai, Ali, Chedi, come here!"</p> +<p>"Jo hukm {as ordered}!" replied one of the men. Two of the three +hurried aft, and at Hubbo's bidding, swung down into the hold. The +serang ordered them to go towards the lamp. They groped their way +in that direction; Desmond sprang up through the hatchway; it was +clapped down and firmly secured, and the subahdar with two-thirds +of his crew was a prisoner in the hold. The third man at the far +end of the boat had not seen or heard anything of what had +happened.</p> +<p>So far the plot had succeeded admirably. Whatever order might +reach the waiting vessels, it would not be given by the subahdar. +The question now was, how to prevent the men in charge of the +vessels and the authorities in Tanna Fort from becoming suspicious. +The latter would not be difficult. Manik Chand would gain nothing +by blocking the fairway unless it were absolutely necessary to do +so, and, in common with other of the Nawab's lieutenants, he had an +overweening confidence in the power of the forts to repel an attack +from the English ships. For this reason it was advisable to make +the minds of the other men easy, and Desmond soon hit on a +plan.</p> +<p>"You had better return to your sloop, Hubbo," he said. "Send a +message to the men on the other vessels that I--the subahdar, you +know--have made up my mind to allow one of the enemy's ships to +pass me before giving the signal. I shall thus capture one at +least, and it may be the admiral's."</p> +<p>Hubbo set off, and when he reached his own vessel he sent a boat +with a message to each of the ships in turn. Meanwhile, thinking +the appearance of a petala alongside of the subahdar's sloop might +awaken suspicion or at least curiosity in the fort, Desmond decided +to send it down the river in charge of Hossain. He was thus left +alone on deck with the subahdar's third man.</p> +<p>For a time the man, standing far forward, was unaware of the +striking change in the personality garbed in the subahdar's +clothes. But glancing back at length, he started, looked a second +time, and after a moment's hesitation walked down the deck.</p> +<p>"Go back to your post," said Desmond sternly, "and see that you +keep a good lookout for the Firangi's ships."</p> +<p>The man salaamed and returned to the prow in manifest +bewilderment. More than once he looked back as he heard strange +knockings from below. Desmond only smiled. If the sound was heard +from the forts, it would be regarded merely as a sign that the +preparations for sinking the vessel were not yet completed.</p> +<p>Time passed on, and ever and anon Desmond looked eagerly down +the river for a sign of the oncoming fleet. At last, somewhere +about midday, he observed signs of excitement in Tanna Fort, and +almost simultaneously saw a puff of smoke and heard a report from +one of its guns.</p> +<p>Shortly afterwards he observed the spars of a British-built ship +slowly approaching upstream. In full confidence that the scheme for +blocking the river was now frustrated, he awaited with patience the +oncoming of the fleet, wondering whether the forts would make a +determined resistance.</p> +<p>Slowly the vessel drew nearer. Another shot was fired from the +fort, with what result Desmond could not tell. But immediately +afterwards he heard the distant report of a heavy gun, followed by +a crash near at hand, and a babel of yells. A shot from the British +ship had plumped right in the center of Tanna Fort. At the same +moment Desmond recognized the figurehead.</p> +<p>"'Tis the Tyger!" he said to himself with a smile. "Won't +Captain Latham grin when he sees me in this rig!"</p> +<p>Then he laughed aloud, for the valiant defenders of Tanna Fort +had not waited for a second shot. They were swarming helter skelter +out of harm's way, rushing at the top of their speed up the river +and leaving their fortress to its fate. On the other bank the +garrison of Aligarh Fort had also taken flight, and were streaming +along with excited cries in the direction of Calcutta.</p> +<p>The man in the bows of the sloop looked amazedly at the new +subahdar. Why did he laugh? Why did he not wave the green flag that +lay at his hand? When were the men who had gone below going to +knock out the stoppings of the holes and take to the boat with +himself and their commander? But the subahdar still stood +laughing.</p> +<p>All at once Desmond, remembering the real subahdar below, asked +himself: what if he drove out the bungs and scuttled the vessel? +But the question brought a smile to his lips. He could not conceive +of the Bengali's playing such a heroic part, and he possessed his +soul in peace.</p> +<p>Now the Tyger was in full sight, and behind her Desmond saw the +well-remembered Kent, Admiral Watson's flagship. The stampede from +the forts had evidently been observed on board, for firing had +ceased, and boats were already being lowered and filled with +men.</p> +<p>Desmond waited. The Tyger's boats, he saw, were making for Tanna +Fort: the Kent's for Aligarh. But one of the latter was heading +straight for the sloop. Desmond could not resist the temptation to +a joke. Making himself look as important as he could, he stood by +the gunwale watching with an air of dignity the oncoming of the +boat. It was in command of a young lieutenant. The men bent to +their oars with a will, and Desmond could soon hear the voice of +the officer as he called to his crew.</p> +<p>But his amusement was mingled with amazement and delight when, +in the big form sitting in the bow of the boat, he recognized no +other than his old messmate, his old comrade in the Fight of the +Carts--William Bulger. The joke would be even better than he had +expected.</p> +<p>The boat drew closer: it was level with the nose of the sloop; +and the lieutenant sang out the command, "Ship oars!" It came +alongside.</p> +<p>"Bulger," cried the lieutenant, "skip aboard and announce us to +that old peacock up on deck."</p> +<p>"Ay, ay, sir," replied Bulger, "which his feathers will be +plucked, or my name en't Bulger."</p> +<p>At the side of the sloop lay the dinghy intended to convey the +subahdar and his men ashore when the work of sinking had been +started. It was made fast to the vessel by a rope. Bulger sprang +into the dinghy and then began an ascent so clever, and at the same +time so comical, that Desmond had much ado not to spoil his joke by +a premature explosion of laughter. The burly seaman swarmed up the +rope like a monkey, clasping it with his legs as he took each +upward grip. But the comedy of his actions was provided by his +hook. Having only one arm--an arm, it is true, with the biceps of a +giant--he could not clutch the rope in the ordinary way. But at +each successive spring he dug his hook into the side of the vessel, +and mounted with amazing rapidity, talking to himself all the +time.</p> +<p>"Avast, there!" he shouted, as with a final heave upon the hook +dug into the gunwale he hoisted himself on deck. "Haul down your +colors, matey, which they make a pretty pictur', they do."</p> +<p>He came overpoweringly towards Desmond, his arm and stump spread +wide as if to embrace him.</p> +<p>"I may be wrong," said Desmond, "but have I not the pleasure of +addressing Mr. William Bulger?"</p> +<p>Bulger started as if shot. His broad face spelled first blank +amazement, then incredulity, then surprised belief. Spreading his +legs wide and bending his knees, he rested his hand on one and his +hook on the other, shut one eye, and stuck his tongue out at the +corner of his mouth.</p> +<p>"By the Dutchman!" he exclaimed, "if it don't beat cock +fighting! Sure, 'tis Mr. Burke himself! Anna Maria! But for why did +you go for to make yourself sich a Guy Faux guy, sir?"</p> +<p>"How are you, old fellow?" said Desmond heartily. "I am a bit of +a scarecrow, no doubt, but we've won the trick, man. The real guy +is down below, dead from fright by this time, I expect.</p> +<p>"Sorry to give you the trouble of boarding, sir," he added, as +the lieutenant came over the side. "If you'll take me into your +boat I'll be glad to report to the admiral or to Colonel +Clive."</p> +<p>"By jimmy, Mr. Burke!" said the lieutenant, laughing, "you've +got a way of your own of popping up at odd times and in odd places. +Come with me, by all means--just as you are, if you please. The +admiral wouldn't miss the look of you for anything. By George! 'tis +a rare bit of play acting. Did I hear you say you've got some +natives under hatchways?"</p> +<p>"Yes; the owner of this finery is below with two of his men. You +can hear him now."</p> +<p>There was a violent and sustained knocking below deck.</p> +<p>"I'll send my man to release him. The fleet are all coming up, +sir?"</p> +<p>"Yes; the Bridgewater and Kingfisher are close in our wake. Come +along; we'll catch the admiral before he goes ashore."</p> +<h2><a name="Ch28" id="Ch28">Chapter 28</a>: In which Captain +Barker has cause to rue the day when he met Mr. Diggle; and our +hero continues to wipe off old scores.</h2> +<p>Desmond received a warm welcome both from Admiral Watson and +Colonel Clive. His account of the manner in which he had defeated +Manik Chand's scheme for blocking the river was received with +shouts of laughter, while his ingenuity and courage were warmly +commended by both officers. Indeed, the admiral, always more +impulsive than Clive, offered him on the spot a lieutenancy in the +fleet, and was not very well pleased when Desmond politely declined +the honor. He caught a gleam of approval in Clive's eyes, and later +in the day, when he saw his hero alone, he felt well rewarded.</p> +<p>"A naval lieutenant ranks higher than a lieutenant in the +army--I suppose you know that, Burke?" said Clive.</p> +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> +<p>"And you're only a cadet. From today you are a lieutenant, my +lad. I am pleased with you, and whatever his enemies say of Bob +Clive, no one ever said of him that he forgot a friend."</p> +<p>The forces proceeded to Calcutta next day, and retook the town +with surprising ease. Manik Chand was so much alarmed by seeing the +effect of the big guns of the fleet that he abandoned the place +almost without striking a blow, and when the British troops entered +they were too late even to make any prisoners save a few of the +ragtag and bobtail in the rear.</p> +<p>Mr. Merriman returned to Calcutta a few days later. Desmond was +grieved to observe how rapidly he was aging. In spite of Clive's +recommendation to keep silence he could not refrain from telling +his friend what he had discovered about the missing ladies; and he +did not regret it, for the knowledge that they were alive and, when +last heard of, out of Peloti's clutches, acted like a tonic. +Merriman was all eagerness to set off and search for them himself; +but Desmond pointed out the danger of such a course, and he +reluctantly agreed to wait a little longer, and see whether any +news could be obtained during the operations which Clive was +planning against the Nawab.</p> +<p>Meanwhile, Desmond learned from Bulger what had happened to him +since the fall of Calcutta. He was one of the hundred and forty-six +thrown into the Black Hole.</p> +<p>"'Tis only by the mercy of the Almighty I'm here today," he said +solemnly. "I saw what 'twould be as soon as the door of that Black +Hole was locked, and me and some others tried to force it. +'Tweren't no good. Mr. Holwell--he's a brave man, an' no +mistake--begged an' prayed of us all to be quiet; but Lor' bless +you, he might ha' saved his breath. 'Twas a hot night; we soon +began to sweat most horrible an' feel a ragin' thirst. We took off +most of our clothes, an' waved our hats to set the air a-movin'; +which 'twas hard enough work, 'cos we was packed so tight. I en't +a-goin' to tell you all the horrors o' that night, sir; I'd like +uncommon to forget 'em, though I don't believe I never shall. 'Twas +so awful that many a poor wretch begged of the Moors outside to +fire on 'em. Worst was when the old jamadar put skins o' water in +at the window. My God! them about me fought like demons, which if I +hadn't flattened myself against the wall I should ha' been crushed +or trodden to death, like most on 'em. For me, I couldn't get near +the water; I sucked my shirt sleeves, an' 'tis my belief 'twas on'y +that saved me from goin' mad. A man what was next me took out his +knife an' slit a vein, 'cos he couldn't bear the agony no longer. +Soon arter, I fell in a dead faint, an' knowed no more till I found +myself on my back outside, with a Moor chuckin' water at me. They +let me go, along with some others; and a rotten old hulk I was, +there en't no mistake about that. Why, bless you, my skin come out +all boils as thick as barnacles on a hull arter a six months' +voyage, all 'cos o' being in sich bad air without water. And then +the fever came aboard, an' somehow or other I got shipped to the +mounseers' hospital at Chandernagore, which they was very kind to +me, sir; there en't no denyin' that. I may be wrong, but I could +take my oath, haffidavy, an' solemn will an' testament that a +mounseer's got a heart inside of his body arter all, which makes +him all the better chap to have a slap at if you come to think of +the why an' wherefore of it."</p> +<p>"But how came you on board the Tyger?"</p> +<p>"Well, when my boils was gone an' the fever slung overboard, I +got down to Fulta an' held on the slack there; an' when the ships +come up, they sent for me, 'cos havin' sailed up an' down the river +many a time, they thought as how I could do a bit o' pilotin', +there not bein' enough Dutch pilots to go round. An' I ha' had some +fun, too, which I wonder I can laugh arter that Black Hole and all. +By thunder! 'tis a merry sight to see the Moors run. The very look +of a cutlass a'most turns 'un white, and they well-nigh drops down +dead if they see a sailor man. Why, t'other day at Budge +Budge--they ought to call it Fudge Fudge now, seems to me--the Jack +tars went ashore about nightfall to help the lobsters storm the +fort in the dark. But Colonel Clive he was dog tired, an' went to +his bed, sayin' as how he'd lead a boardin' party in the mornin'. +That warn't exactly beans an' bacon; nary a man but would ha' took +a big dose o' fever if they'd laid out on the fields all night.</p> +<p>"Anyways, somewhere about eleven, an' pitch dark, a Jack which +his name is Strahan--a Scotchman, by what they say--went off all +alone by himself, to have a sort of private peep at that there +fort. He was pretty well filled up wi' grog, or pr'aps he wouldn't +ha' been quite so venturesome. Well, he waded up to his chin in a +ditch o' mud what goes round the fort, with his pistols above his +head. When he gets over, bang goes one pistol, an' he sets up a +shout: 'One and all, my boys! one and all, hurray!'--a-dreamin' I +s'pose as he was captain of a boardin' party an a crew o' swabs +behind him. Up he goes, up the bastion; bang goes t'other pistol; +then he outs with his cutlass, a-roarin' hurray with a voice like a +twelve pounder; down goes three o' them Moors; another breaks +Jack's cutlass with his simitar; bless you, what's he care? don't +care a straw, which his name is Strahan; he've got a fist, he have, +an' he dashes it in the Moor's face, collars his simitar, cuts his +throat and sings out, 'Ho, mateys! this 'ere fort's mine!'</p> +<p>"Up comes three or four of his mates what heard his voice; they +swings round the cannon on the bastion an' turns it on the enemy; +bang! bang! and bless your heart, the Moors cut and run, an' the +fort was ourn."</p> +<p>At the moment Desmond thought that Bulger was drawing the long +bow. But meeting Captain Speke of the Kent a little later, he asked +how much truth there was in the story.</p> +<p>"'Tis all true," said the captain, laughing, "but not the whole +truth. The day after Strahan's mad performance the admiral sends +for him: discipline must be maintained, you know. 'What's this I +hear about you?' says Mr. Watson, with a face of thunder. Strahan +bobbed, and scratched his head, and twirled his hat in his hand, +and says: 'Why to be sure, sir, 'twas I took the fort, and I hope +there ain't no harm in it!' By George! 'twas as much as the admiral +could do to keep a straight face. He got the fellow to tell us +about it: we had our faces in our handkerchiefs all the time. Then +Mr. Watson gave him a pretty rough wigging, and wound up by saying +that he'd consult me as to the number of lashes to be laid on.</p> +<p>"You should have seen the fellow's face! As he went out of the +cabin I heard him mutter: 'Well, if I'm to be flogged for this 'ere +haction, be hanged if I ever take another fort alone by myself as +long as I live!'"</p> +<p>"Surely he wasn't flogged?" said Desmond, laughing heartily.</p> +<p>"Oh, no! Mr. Watson told us as a matter of form to put in a plea +for the fellow, and then condescended to let him off. Pity he's +such a loose fish!"</p> +<p>For two months Desmond remained with Clive. He was with him at +the capture of Hugli, and in that brisk fight at Calcutta on the +fifth of February, which gave the Nawab his first taste of British +quality. Sirajuddaula was encamped to the northeast of the town +with a huge army. In a heavy fog, about daybreak, Clive came up at +the head of a mixed force of king's troops, sepoys and sailors, +some two thousand men in all. Hordes of Persian cavalry charged him +through the mist, but they were beaten off, and Clive forced his +way through the enemy's camp until he came near the Nawab's own +tents, pitched in Omichand's garden. Sirajuddaula himself was +within an ace of being captured. His troops made but a poor stand +against the British, and by midday the battle was over.</p> +<p>Scared by this defeat, the Nawab was ready to conclude with the +Company the treaty which long negotiations had failed to effect. By +this treaty the trading privileges granted to the Company by the +emperor of Delhi were confirmed; the Nawab agreed to pay full +compensation for the losses sustained by the Company and its +servants; and the right to fortify Calcutta was conceded. The +longstanding grievances of the Company were thus, on paper, +redressed.</p> +<p>A day or two after the battle a ship arrived with the news that +war had been declared in Europe between England and France. Efforts +to maintain neutrality between the English and French in Bengal +having failed, Clive wished the Nawab to join him in an attack on +the French settlements in Bengal. This the Nawab refused to do, +though he wrote, promising that he would hold as enemies all who +were enemies of Clive--a promise that bore bitter fruit before many +months had passed.</p> +<p>The French were keen rivals of the Company in the trade of +India, and constantly took advantage of native troubles to score a +point in the game. Clive had come to Bengal with the full intention +of making the Company, whose servant he was, supreme; and having +secured the treaty with Sirajuddaula he resolved to turn his arms +against the French. They were suspected of helping the Nawab in his +expedition against Calcutta: it was known that the Nawab, treating +his engagements with reckless levity and faithlessness, was trying +to persuade Bussy, the French commander in the Dekkan, to help him +to expel the British from Bengal. There was excuse enough for an +attack on Chandernagore.</p> +<p>But before Clive could open hostilities, he was required, by an +old arrangement with the Mogul, to obtain permission from the +Nawab. This permission was at length got from him by Omichand. The +sack of Calcutta by the Nawab had caused Omichand great loss, and, +hoping in part to retrieve it, he made his peace with Clive and the +Council, and was then selected to accompany Mr. Watts when he went +as British representative to Murshidabad. The wily Sikh, working +always for his own ends, contrived to make the unstable young +despot believe that the French were tricking him, and in a fit of +passion he sealed a letter allowing Admiral Watson to make war upon +them. He repented of it immediately, but the letter was gone.</p> +<p>On the day after it reached the admiral, March twelfth, 1757, +Clive sent a summons to Monsieur Renault, the governor of +Chandernagore, to surrender the fort. No reply was received that +day, and Clive resolved, failing a satisfactory answer within +twenty-four hours, to read King George's declaration of war and +attack the French.</p> +<p>Desmond was breakfasting among a number of his fellow officers +next morning when up came Hossain, the serang who had accompanied +him on his eventful journeys up and down the Hugli. Lately he had +been employed, on Desmond's recommendation, in bringing supplies up +the river for the troops. The man salaamed and said that he wished +to say a few words privately to the sahib. Desmond rose, and went +apart with him.</p> +<p>At sunrise, said the man, a vessel flying Dutch colors had +dropped down the river past the English fleet. Her name was Dutch, +and her destination Rotterdam; but Hossain was certain that she was +really the Good Intent, which Desmond had pointed out to him as +they passed Chandernagore, and which they had more than once seen +since in the course of their journeys. Her appearance had attracted +some attention on the fleet; and the Tyger had sent a shot after +her, ordering her to heave to; but having a strong northeast wind +behind her, she took no notice of the signal and held on her +course.</p> +<p>Desmond thanked Hossain for the information, and, leaving his +breakfast unfinished, went off at once to see Clive, whom he was to +join that morning on a tour of inspection of the northwest part of +the French settlement.</p> +<p>"Well, I don't see what we can do," said Clive, when Desmond +repeated the news to him. "Mr. Watson no doubt suspected her when +it was too late. Nothing but a regular chase could have captured +her after she had passed. Ships can't be spared for that; they've +much more important work on hand."</p> +<p>"Still, 'tis a pity, sir," said Desmond. "'Tis not only that +Captain Barker is an interloper; he has been in league with +pirates, and his being at Chandernagore all these months means no +good."</p> +<p>"It means, at any rate, that he hasn't been able to get a cargo. +Trade's at a standstill. Well, I'd give something to lay Mr. Barker +and his crew by the heels--on behalf of the Company, Burke, for +don't forget, as some of our friends of the Calcutta Council do, +that I am here to save the Company, not their private property. +'Tis too late to stop the vessel now."</p> +<p>"I'd like to try, sir."</p> +<p>"I dare say you would. You're as ready to take risks as I am," +he added, with his characteristic pursing of the lips; "and 'pon my +word, you're just as lucky! For I'm lucky, Burke; there's no doubt +of it. That affair at Calcutta might have done for us but for the +morning mist. I'd like to try myself. It would punish a set of +rogues, and discourage interloping, to the benefit of the Company. +But I can't spare men for the job. Barker has no doubt a large +crew; they'll be on the lookout for attack; no, I can't touch +it."</p> +<p>Desmond hesitated for a moment. He did not wish to lose the +fighting at Chandernagore, but he had the strongest personal +reasons for desiring the arrest of the Good Intent.</p> +<p>"Do you think, sir, we shall capture this place tomorrow?" he +asked suddenly.</p> +<p>"Scarcely, my boy," said Clive, smiling; "nor by tomorrow week, +unless the French have forgotten how to fight. Why do you ask?"</p> +<p>"Because if you'd give me leave I'd like to have a shot at the +Good Intent--provided I got back in time to be with you in the +fighting line, sir."</p> +<p>"Well, I can't keep things waiting for you. And it seems a +wild-goose chase--rather a hazardous one."</p> +<p>"I'd risk that, sir. I could get together some men in Calcutta, +and I'd hope to be back here in a couple of days."</p> +<p>"Well, well, Burke, you'd wheedle the Mogul himself. Anyone +could tell you're an Irishman. Get along, then; do your best, and +if you don't come back I'll try to take Chandernagore without +you."</p> +<p>He smiled as he slapped Desmond on the shoulder. Well pleased +with his ready consent, Desmond hurried away, got a horse, and +riding hard reached Calcutta by eight o'clock and went straight to +Mr. Merriman. Explaining what was afoot, he asked for the loan of +the men of the Hormuzzeer. Merriman at once agreed; Captain Barker +was a friend of Peloti's; and he needed no stronger inducement.</p> +<p>Desmond hurried down to the river; the Hormuzzeer was lying off +Cruttenden Ghat; and Mr. Toley for once broke through his settled +sadness of demeanor when he learned of the expedition proposed.</p> +<p>While Toley collected the crew and made his preparations, +Desmond consulted a pilot. The Good Intent had passed Calcutta an +hour before; but the man said that, though favored by the wind, she +would scarcely get past the bar at Mayapur on the evening tide. She +might do so if exceptionally lucky; in that case there would be +very little chance of overtaking her.</p> +<p>Less than two hours after Desmond reached Calcutta two budgeros +left Cruttenden Ghat. Each was provided with a double complement of +men, and although the sails filled with a strong following wind, +their oars were kept constantly in play. The passengers on board +were for the most part unaccustomed to this luxurious mode of +traveling. There were a dozen lascars; Hossain the serang; Karim, +the man saved by Desmond at Chandernagore; Bulger and the second +mate of the Hormuzzeer, and Mr. Toley, who, like Desmond and the +serang, was clothed, much to Bulger's amusement, as a fairly +well-to-do ryot.</p> +<p>For some hours the tide was contrary; but when it turned, the +budgeros, under the combined impulses of sail, oar and current, +made swift progress, arousing some curiosity among the crews of +riverside craft, little accustomed to the sight of budgeros moving +so rapidly.</p> +<p>Approaching Mayapur, Desmond descried the spars of the Good +Intent a long way ahead. Was there enough water to allow her to +pass the bar? he wondered. Apparently there was, for she kept +straight on her course under full sail. Desmond bit his lips with +vexation, and had almost given up hope, though he did not permit +any slackening of speed, when to his joy he saw the vessel strike +her topsails, then the rest of her canvas.</p> +<p>He at once ran his boats to the shore at Mayapur. There were a +number of river craft at the place, so that the movements of his +budgeros, if observed from the Good Intent, were not likely to +awaken suspicion. On landing he went to the house of a native +merchant, Babu Aghor Nath Bose, to whom he had a letter from Mr. +Merriman.</p> +<p>"Can you arrange for us," he said, when civilities had been +exchanged, "tonight, the loan of two shabby old country boats?"</p> +<p>The native considered.</p> +<p>"I think I can, sahib," he said at length. "I would do much for +Merriman Sahib. A man I frequently employ is now anchored off my +ghat. No doubt, for fair pay, he and another might be persuaded to +lend their craft."</p> +<p>"Very well, be good enough to arrange it. I only require the +boats for a few hours tomorrow morning. Do you think twenty rupees +would suffice?"</p> +<p>The native opened his eyes. He himself would not have offered so +much. But he said:</p> +<p>"Doubtless that will suffice, sahib. The matter is settled."</p> +<p>"I shall meet you in an hour. Thank you."</p> +<p>Returning to the budgeros, Desmond instructed Hossain to go into +the bazaar and buy up all the fresh fruit he could find. The sales +for the day were over; but Hossain hunted up the fruit sellers and +bargained so successfully that when he returned he was accompanied +by a whole gang of coolies, bearing what seemed to Desmond an +appalling quantity of melons, all for thirty rupees.</p> +<p>Before this, however, Aghor Nath Bose had reported that the hire +of the two boats was duly arranged. They were open boats, little +more than barges, with a small cabin or shelter aft. Their crews +had been dismissed and had taken their belongings ashore; both were +empty of cargo. Desmond went with Bulger on board and arranged a +number of bamboos crosswise on the boats, covering up the empty +spaces which would usually be occupied by merchandise. Over the +bamboos he placed a layer of thin matting, and on this, when +Hossain returned, he ordered the coolies to put the melons. To a +casual observer it would have appeared that the boats were laden +with a particularly heavy cargo of the golden fruit.</p> +<p>An hour before dawn, the lascars and others from the Hormuzzeer +slipped quietly from the budgeros on board the country boats, and +bestowed themselves as best they could under the bamboo deck +supporting the melons. It was cool in the early morning, although +the hot season was approaching; but Desmond did not envy the men +their close quarters. They were so much excited, however, at the +adventure before them, and so eager to earn the liberal reward +promised them if it succeeded, that not a man murmured. The +Europeans had cooler quarters in the rude cabins, where they were +hidden from prying eyes under miscellaneous native wraps.</p> +<p>Desmond had learned from the pilot that it would be nearly eight +o'clock before the depth of water over the bar was sufficient to +allow a ship like the Good Intent to proceed with safety. A little +before daybreak the two boats crept out from the ghat. It was well +to avoid curiosity before Mayapur woke up. Desmond steered the +first, Hossain the second; and besides the steersmen there were two +men visible on the deck of each.</p> +<p>The tide was running up, but the wind still held from the +northeast, and though moderated in force since the evening it was +strong enough to take them slowly down toward the Good Intent. The +sky was lightening, but a slight mist hung over the river. Desmond +kept a close lookout ahead, and after about half an hour he caught +sight of the hull of the Good Intent, looming before him out of the +mist. Allowing the second boat to come alongside, he turned and +spoke to the serang.</p> +<p>"Now, Hossain, there she is. Hail her."</p> +<p>"Hai, hai!" shouted the man. "Do the sahibs want to buy any +fresh fruit?"</p> +<p>An oath floated down from the stern. Captain Barker was there, +peering intently through the mist up the river.</p> +<p>"Good melons, sahib, all fresh, and not too ripe. Cheap as ragi, +sahib."</p> +<p>The mate had joined the captain; the Dutch pilot stood by, +smoking a pipe. The fruit boats had by this time come under the +stern of the vessel, and Desmond heard the mate say:</p> +<p>"We came away in such a hurry, sir, that we hadn't time to take +in a supply of vegetables. Melons'll keep, sir, if they en't +overripe."</p> +<p>Barker growled, then bent over and called to the serang. "How +much?"</p> +<p>"Very cheap, sahib, very cheap. I will come aboard."</p> +<p>"Then be quick about it: we're going to trip the anchor, melons +or no melons. D'ye hear?"</p> +<p>Hossain ran down the sail and clambered up the chains; which the +other boatmen made fast to a rope thrown from the deck. Desmond +also lowered his sail, steering so as to approach the port quarter +of the Good Intent, the serang's boat being on the starboard. No +rope was thrown to him, but he found that the tide was now only +strong enough to neutralize the wind, and a stroke every now and +again with the paddle at the stern kept his boat stationary.</p> +<p>Meanwhile there came from the deck the singsong of men heaving +up the anchor. When the serang stepped on board the greater part of +the crew of the Good Intent were forward. Little time was spent in +haggling. A melon was thrown up as a sample, and the price asked +was so extraordinarily low that Captain Barker evidently thought he +had got a bargain.</p> +<p>"Heave 'em up," he said, "and if they en't all up to +sample--"</p> +<p>He broke off, no doubt believing that his fierce scowl was +sufficient to point his threat.</p> +<p>The serang hailed Desmond to come alongside. A few sweeps of the +paddle brought the boat close underneath the Good Intent's side, +and a second rope enabled him to make fast.</p> +<p>He swarmed up the rope, followed by one of the boatmen. The +other, on the boat, began to fill a basket with melons, as if +preparing to send them on board. At the same time Karim joined +Hossain from the other side, so that there were now four of the +party on deck.</p> +<p>At a sign from Desmond, the two natives, carrying out +instructions previously given, strolled toward the companionway. +Hossain had started a conversation with the captain and mate, +telling them about the British fleet he had passed as he came down +the river. The Dutch pilot looked on, stolidly puffing his +pipe.</p> +<p>Desmond stepped to the side of the vessel as though to hoist the +basket with the running tackle. Making a sign to the men below, he +called in a loud voice:</p> +<p>"Tano!"</p> +<p>Instantly the men swarmed up the rope. At the signal, misleading +to the crew of the Good Intent, man after man crawled from beneath +the matting on the boat below, and clambered up the ropes, led by +Bulger on one side and Mr. Toley on the other. They made little +noise, and that was drowned by the singsong of the sailors and the +grinding of the cables; the pilot with his back to the bulwarks saw +nothing, and before Captain Barker knew that anything unusual was +occurring both Bulger and Toley were tumbling over the sides.</p> +<p>The captain stood almost petrified with amazement as he saw +Bulger's red face rising like the morning sun. He stepped back +apace.</p> +<p>"What the--"</p> +<p>The exclamation was never completed. Desmond stepped up to him +and in a low voice said:</p> +<p>"In the name of his Majesty, King George, I call upon you, +Captain Barker, to surrender this ship."</p> +<p>He had a leveled pistol in his hand. Bulger with a cutlass +sprang to one side, and Toley ranged himself on the other. Hossain +had joined the two boatmen at the companionway; all had brought out +pistols from the folds of their clothing, and the companionway +commanded access to the ship's armory.</p> +<p>Barker, who had grown purple at the sight of Bulger, now turned +a sickly white. The mate dashed forward, calling to the crew, who, +seeing that something was amiss, came along with a rush, arming +themselves with belaying pins and any other weapons that came +handy. Toley, however, leaving the cowed and speechless captain to +Desmond, stepped toward the men. They recognized him at once and +paused doubtfully.</p> +<p>"You know me," he said. "I'm a man of few words. You won't go +further this voyage. Captain Barker has surrendered the ship. +You'll drop those desperate things in your hands and go for'ard. +Show a leg, now!"</p> +<p>The men looked from one to another, then at the captain, who was +at that moment handing over his sword to Desmond. If Captain Barker +was too badly beaten to swear he was in poor case indeed. The +crew's hesitation was but momentary; under Toley's sad gaze they +sullenly flung down their weapons and went forward.</p> +<p>Only then did the captain find speech. But it was to utter a +fearful curse, ending with the name:</p> +<p>"Diggle."</p> +<h2><a name="Ch29" id="Ch29">Chapter 29</a>: In which our hero does +not win the Battle of Plassey: but, where all do well, gains as +much glory as the rest.</h2> +<p>Leaving Mr. Toley to bring the Good Intent up to Calcutta, +Desmond hurried back in advance and remained in the town just long +enough to inform Mr. Merriman of the happy result of his adventure +and to change into his own clothes, and then returned to +Chandernagore on horseback, as he had come. He found Clive encamped +two miles to the west of the fort. No reply having reached him from +Monsieur Renault, Clive had read the declaration of war as he had +threatened, and opened hostilities by an attack on an outpost.</p> +<p>"You've no need to tell me you've succeeded, Burke," he said +when Desmond presented himself. "I see it in your eyes. But I've no +time to hear your story now. It must wait until we have seen the +result of the day's fighting. Not that I expect much of it in this +quarter. We can't take the place with the land force only, and I +won't throw away life till the admiral has tried the effect of his +guns."</p> +<p>The French in Chandernagore were not well prepared to stand a +determined siege. The governor, Monsieur Renault, had none of the +military genius of a Dupleix or a Bussy. With him were only some +eight hundred fighting men, of whom perhaps half were Europeans. +Instead of concentrating his defense on the fort, he scattered his +men about the town, leaving the weakest part of his defenses, the +eastern curtain, insufficiently manned.</p> +<p>He believed that Admiral Watson would find it impossible to +bring his biggest ships within gunshot, and fancied that by sinking +some vessels at the narrowest part of the river he would keep the +whole British fleet unemployed--a mistake that was to cost him +dear.</p> +<p>By the night of March fourteenth Clive had driven in the +outposts. The immediate effect of this was the desertion of two +thousand Moors sent to Renault's assistance by Nandkumar the +faujdar of Hugli. A continuous bombardment was kept up until the +nineteenth, when Admiral Watson arrived from Calcutta with the +Kent, the Tyger, and the Salisbury.</p> +<p>Next morning an officer was despatched in a boat to summon +Renault once more to surrender. Rowing between the sunken vessels, +whose masts showed above water, he took soundings and found that +with careful handling the men-o'-war might safely pass. Once more +Renault refused to surrender. His offer to ransom the fort was +declined by the admiral, who the same night sent the master of the +Kent to buoy the channel. Two nights later, in pitch darkness, +several English boats were rowed with muffled oars to the sunken +vessels. Their crews fixed lanterns to the masts of these in such a +way that the light, while guiding the warships, would be invisible +from the fort.</p> +<p>Early next morning Clive captured the battery commanding the +river passage, and the three British ships ran up with the tide. +The Kent and Tyger opened fire on the southeast and northeast +bastions, and these two vessels bore the brunt of a tremendous +cannonade from the fort. The French artillery was well served, +doing fearful damage on board the British vessels. On the Kent, +save the admiral himself and one lieutenant, every officer was +killed or wounded. One shot struck down Captain Speke and shattered +the leg of his son, a brave boy of sixteen, who refused to allow +his wound to be examined until his father had been attended to, and +then bore the pain of the rough amputation of those days without a +murmur.</p> +<p>Meanwhile Clive's men had climbed to the roofs of houses near +the fort, which commanded the French batteries; and his musketeers +poured in a galling fire and shot down the gunners at their work. +As the walls of the barracks and fort were shattered by the guns +from the ships, the Sepoys crept closer and closer, awaiting the +word to storm.</p> +<p>The morning drew on. Admiral Watson began to fear that when the +tide fell his big guns would be at too low a level to do further +execution. There was always considerable rivalry between himself +and Clive, fed by the stupid jealousy of some of the Calcutta +Council. While Clive, foreseeing even more serious work later, was +anxious to spare his men, Watson was equally eager to reap all +possible credit for a victory over the French.</p> +<p>As it happened, neither had to go to the last extremity, for +about half-past nine a white flag was seen flying from the fort. +Lieutenant Brereton of the Kent and Captain Eyre Coote from the +land force were sent to arrange the surrender, and a little later +the articles of capitulation were signed by Admirals Watson and +Pocock, and by Clive.</p> +<p>Desmond was by no means satisfied with the part he played in the +fight. In command of a company of Sepoys he was one of the first to +rush the shore battery and take post under the walls of the +barracks in readiness to lead a storming party. But, as he +complained afterward to his friend Captain Latham of the Tyger, the +fleet had the honors of the day.</p> +<p>"After all, you're better off than I am," grumbled the captain. +"How would you like to have your laurels snatched away? Admiral +Pocock ought to have remained on the Cumberland down the river and +left the Tyger to me. But he didn't see the fun of being out of the +fighting; and up he came posthaste and hoisted his flag on my ship, +putting my nose badly out of joint, I can tell you. Still, one +oughtn't to grumble. It doesn't matter much who gets the credit so +long as we've done our job. 'Tis all in the day's work."</p> +<p>The victory at Chandernagore destroyed the French power in +Bengal. But it turned out to be only the prelude to a greater +event--an event which must be reckoned as the foundation stone of +the British Empire in India. It sprang from the character of +Sirajuddaula. That prince was a cruel despot, but weak-willed, +vacillating, and totally unable to keep a friend. One day he would +strut in some vainglorious semblance of dignity; the next he would +engage in drunken revels with the meanest and most dissolute of his +subjects. He insulted his commander-in-chief, Mir Jafar: he +offended the Seths, wealthy bankers of Murshidabad who had helped +him to his throne: he played fast and loose with everyone with whom +he had dealings. His own people were weary of him, and at length a +plot was hatched to dethrone him and set Mir Jafar in his +place.</p> +<p>Mr. Watts, the British agent in Murshidabad, communicated this +design to Clive and the Council of Calcutta, suggesting that they +should cooperate in deposing the vicious Nawab. They agreed, on the +grounds that his dishonesty and insolence showed that he had no +real intention of abiding by the terms of his treaty, and that he +was constantly interfering with the French. A treaty was +accordingly drawn up with Mir Jafar, in which the prospective Subah +agreed to all the terms formerly agreed to by Sirajuddaula. But +Omichand, who was on bad terms with Mir Jafar and the Seths, +threatened to reveal the whole plot to the Nawab and have Mr. Watts +put to death, unless he were guaranteed in the treaty the payment +of a sum of money equivalent to nearly four hundred thousand +pounds.</p> +<p>Clive was so much disgusted with Omichand's double dealing that, +though he was ready to make him fair compensation for his losses in +Calcutta, he was not inclined to accede to his impudent demand. Yet +it would be dangerous to refuse him point blank. He therefore +descended to a trick which, whatever may be urged in its +defense--the proved treachery of Omichand, the customs of the +country, the utter want of scruple shown by the natives in their +dealings--must ever remain a blot on a great man's fame.</p> +<p>Two treaties with Mir Jafar were drawn up; one on red paper, +known as <i>lal kagaz</i>, containing a clause embodying Omichand's +demand; the other on white, containing no such clause. Admiral +Watson, with bluff honesty, refused to have anything to do with the +sham treaty; it was dishonorable, he said, and to ask his signature +was an affront. But his signature was necessary to satisfy +Omichand. At Clive's request, it was forged by Mr. Lushington, a +young writer of the Company's. The red treaty was shown to +Omichand; it bought his silence; he suspected nothing.</p> +<p>The plot was now ripe. Omichand left Murshidabad; Mr. Watts +slipped away; and the Nawab, on being informed of his flight, wrote +to Clive and Watson, upbraiding them with breaking their treaty +with him, and set out to join his army.</p> +<p>Clive left Chandernagore on June thirteenth, his guns, stores +and European soldiers being towed up the river in two hundred +boats, the Sepoys marching along the highway parallel with the +right bank. Palti and Katwa were successively occupied by his +advance guard under Eyre Coote. But a terrible rain storm on the +eighteenth delayed his march, and next day he received from Mir +Jafar a letter that gave him no little uneasiness.</p> +<p>Mir Jafar announced that he had pretended to patch up his +quarrel with the Nawab and sworn to be loyal to him; but he added +that the measures arranged with Clive were still to be carried out. +This strange message suggested that Mir Jafar was playing off one +against the other, or at best sitting on the fence until he was +sure of the victor. It was serious enough to give pause to Clive. +He was one hundred and fifty miles from his base at Calcutta; +before him was an unfordable river watched by a vast hostile force. +If Mir Jafar should elect to remain faithful to his master the +English army would in all likelihood be annihilated. In these +circumstances Clive wrote to the Committee of Council in Calcutta +that he would not cross the river until he was definitely assured +that Mir Jafar would join him.</p> +<p>His decision seemed to be justified next day when he received a +letter from Mr. Watts at Khulna. On the day he left Murshidabad, +said Mr. Watts, Mir Jafar had denounced him as a spy and sworn to +repel any attempt of the English to cross the river. On receipt of +this news Clive adopted a course unusual with him. He called a +Council of War, for the first and last time in his career. Desmond +was in Major Killpatrick's tent when the summons to attend the +Council reached that officer.</p> +<p>"Burke, my boy," he said, "'tis a mighty odd thing. Mr. Clive is +not partial to Councils; has had enough of 'em at Madras first, and +lately at Calcutta. D'you know, I don't understand Mr. Clive; I +don't believe any one does. In the field he is as bold as a lion, +fearless, quick to see what to do at the moment, never losing a +chance. Yet more than once I've noticed, beforehand, a strange +hesitation. He gets fits of the dumps, broods, wonders whether he +is doing the right thing, and is as touchy as a bear with a sore +head. Well, 'tis almost noon; I must be off; we'll see what the +Council has to say."</p> +<p>Desmond watched the major almost with envy as he went off to +this momentous meeting. How he wished he was a little older, a +little higher in rank, so that he too might have the right to +attend! He lay back in the tent wondering what the result of the +Council would be.</p> +<p>"If they asked for my vote," he thought, "I'd say fight;" and +then he laughed at himself for venturing to have an opinion.</p> +<p>By and by Major Killpatrick returned.</p> +<p>"Well, my boy," he said, "we've carried our point, twelve +against seven."</p> +<p>"For fighting?"</p> +<p>"No, my young firebrand; against fighting. You needn't look so +chop fallen. There'll be a fight before long; but we're going to +run no risks. We'll wait till the monsoon is over and we can +collect enough men to smash the Subah."</p> +<p>"Was that Colonel Clive's decision?"</p> +<p>"'Twas, indeed. But let me tell you, there was a comical thing +to start with. Lieutenant Hayter, one of Watson's men, was bid to +the Council, but the nincompoop was huffed because he wasn't +allowed precedence of the Company's captains. These naval men's +airs are vastly amusing. He took himself off. Then Mr. Clive put +the case; fight at once, or wait. Against the custom, he himself +voted first--against immediate action. Then he asked me and Grant +in turn; we voted with him. 'Twas Eyre Coote's turn next; he voted +t'other way, and gave his reasons--uncommonly well, I must admit. +He said our men were in good spirits, and had been damped enough by +the rains. The Frenchman Law might come up and join the Nawab, and +then every froggy who entered our service after Chandernagore would +desert and fight against us. We're so far from Calcutta 'twould be +difficult to protect our communications. These were his reasons. I +watched Clive while Coote was speaking; he stuck his lips together +and stared at him; and, have you noticed? he squints a trifle when +he looks hard. Well, the voting went on, and ended as I +said--twelve against immediate action, seven for."</p> +<p>"How did the Bengal men vote?"</p> +<p>"I'm bound to say, for--except Le Beaume. 'Twas the Madras men +who outvoted 'em."</p> +<p>"Well, with all respect, sir, I think the opinion of the Bengal +men, who know the people and the country, ought to have outweighed +the opinion of strangers. Still, it would be difficult to oppose +Colonel Clive."</p> +<p>Further conversation was cut short by the arrival of a messenger +summoning Desmond to attend the colonel.</p> +<p>"Where is he?" he asked.</p> +<p>"Under a clump of trees beyond the camp, sir. He's been there by +himself an hour or more."</p> +<p>Desmond hurried off. On the way he met Major Coote.</p> +<p>"Hullo, Burke," cried the major; "you've heard the news?"</p> +<p>"Yes, and I'm sorry for it."</p> +<p>"All smoke, my dear boy, all smoke. Colonel Clive has been +thinking it over, and has decided to disregard the decision of the +Council and cross the river at sunrise tomorrow."</p> +<p>Desmond could not refrain from flinging up his hat and +performing other antics expressive of delight; he was caught in the +act by Clive himself, who was returning to his tent.</p> +<p>"You're a madcap, Burke," he said. "Come to my tent."</p> +<p>He employed Desmond during the next hour in writing orders to +the officers of his force. This consisted of about nine hundred +Europeans, two hundred Topasses, a few lascars, and some two +thousand Sepoys. Eight six-pounders and two howitzers formed the +whole of the artillery. Among the Europeans were about fifty +sailors, some from the king's ships, some from merchantmen. Among +the latter were Mr. Toley and Bulger, whose excellent service in +capturing the Good Intent had enforced their request to be allowed +to accompany the little army.</p> +<p>Shortly before dawn on June twenty-second Clive's men began to +cross the river. The passage being made in safety, they rested +during the hot hours, and resumed their march in the evening amid a +heavy storm of rain, often having to wade waist-high the flooded +fields. Soon after midnight the men, drenched to the skin, reached +a mango grove somewhat north of the village of Plassey: and there, +as they lay down in discomfort to snatch a brief sleep before dawn, +they heard the sound of tom toms and trumpets from the Nawab's camp +three miles away.</p> +<p>"'Tis a real comfort, that there noise," remarked Bulger as he +stirred his campfire with his hook. Desmond had come to bid him +good night. "Ay, true comfort to a sea-goin' man like me. For why? +'Cos it makes me feel at home. Why, I don't sleep easy if there +en't some sort o' hullabaloo--wind or wave, or, if ashore, cats +a-caterwaulin'. No, Mr. Subah, Nawab, or whatsomdever you call +yourself, you won't frighten Bill Bulger with your tum-tum-tumin'. +I may be wrong, Mr. Burke, which I never am, but there'll be +tum-tum-tum of another sort tomorrer."</p> +<p>The grove held by Clive's troops was known as the Laksha +Bagh--the grove of a hundred thousand trees. It was nearly half a +mile long and three hundred yards broad. A high embankment ran all +round it, and beyond this a weedy ditch formed an additional +protection against assault. A little north of the grove, on the +bank of the river Cossimbazar, stood a stone hunting box belonging +to Sirajuddaula. Still farther north, near the river, was a +quadrangular tank, and beyond this a redoubt and a mound of earth. +The river there makes a loop somewhat like a horseshoe in shape, +and in the neck of land between the curves of the stream the Nawab +had placed his intrenched camp.</p> +<p>His army numbered nearly seventy thousand men, of whom fifty +thousand were infantry, armed with matchlocks, bows and arrows, +pikes and swords. He had in all fifty-three guns, mounted on +platforms drawn by elephants and oxen. The most efficient part of +his artillery was commanded by Monsieur Sinfray, who had under him +some fifty Frenchmen from Chandernagore. The Nawab's vanguard +consisted of fifteen thousand men under his most trusty +lieutenants, including Manik Chand and Mir Madan. Rai Durlabh, the +captor of Cossimbazar, and two other officers commanded separate +divisions.</p> +<p>Dawn had hardly broken on June twenty-third, King George's +birthday, when Mir Madan with a body of picked troops, seven +thousand foot, five thousand horse, and Sinfray's artillery, moved +out to the attack with great clamor of trumpets and drums. The +remainder of the Nawab's army formed a wide arc about the north and +east of the English position. Nearest to the grove was Mir Jafar's +detachment.</p> +<p>The English were arranged in four divisions, under Majors +Killpatrick, Grant and Coote, and Captain Gaupp. These had taken +position in front of the embankment, the guns on the left, the +Europeans in the center, the Sepoys on the right. Sinfray's gunners +occupied an eminence near the tank about two hundred yards in +advance of the grove, and made such good play that Clive, directing +operations from the Nawab's hunting box, deemed it prudent to +withdraw his men into the grove, where they were sheltered from the +enemy's fire. The Nawab's troops hailed this movement with loud +shouts of exultation, and, throwing their guns forward, opened a +still more vigorous cannonade, which, however, did little +damage.</p> +<p>If Mir Madan had had the courage and dash to order a combined +assault, there is very little doubt that he must have overwhelmed +Clive's army by sheer weight of numbers. But he let the opportunity +slip. Meanwhile Clive had sent forward his two howitzers and two +large guns to check Sinfray's fire.</p> +<p>Midday came, and save for the cannonading no fighting had taken +place. Clive left the hunting box, called his officers together, +and gave orders that they were to hold their positions during the +rest of the day and prepare to storm the Nawab's camp at midnight. +He was still talking to them when a heavy shower descended, the +rain falling in torrents for an hour. Wet through, Clive hastened +to the hunting lodge to change his clothes.</p> +<p>Scarcely had he departed when the enemy's fire slackened. Their +ammunition, having been left exposed, had been rendered almost +entirely useless by the rain. Fancying that the English gunners had +been equally careless, Mir Madan ordered his horse to charge; but +the Englishmen had kept their powder dry and received the cavalry +with a deadly fire that sent them headlong back. At this moment Mir +Madan himself was killed by a cannonball, and his followers, +dismayed at his loss, began a precipitate retreat to their +intrenchments.</p> +<p>Clive was still absent. The sight of the enemy retreating was +too much for Major Killpatrick. Forgetting the order to maintain +his position, he thought the moment opportune for a general +advance. He turned to Desmond, who had remained at his side all the +morning, and said:</p> +<p>"Burke, run off to Mr. Clive, and tell him the Moors are +retreating, and I am following up."</p> +<p>Desmond hurried away, and reached the hunting box just as Clive +had completed his change of clothes. He delivered his message. Then +for the first time he saw Clive's temper at full blaze. With a +passionate imprecation he rushed from the lodge, and came upon the +gallant major just as he was about to lead his men to the +assault.</p> +<p>"What the deuce do you mean, sir, by disobeying my orders? Take +your men back to the grove, and be quick about it."</p> +<p>His tone stung like a whip. But Killpatrick had the courage of +his opinions, and Desmond admired the frank manner in which he +replied.</p> +<p>"I beg a thousand pardons, Mr. Clive, for my breach of orders, +but I thought 'twas what you yourself, sir, would have done, had +you been on the spot. If we can drive the Frenchmen from that +eminence yonder we command the field, sir, and--"</p> +<p>"You're right, sir," said Clive, his rage subsiding as easily as +it had arisen. "You're too far forward to retire now. I'll lead +your companies. Bring up the rest of the men from the grove."</p> +<p>Placing himself at the head of two companies of grenadiers he +continued the advance. Sinfray did not await the assault. He +hastily evacuated his position, retiring on the redoubt near the +Nawab's intrenchments. It was apparent to Clive that the main body +of the enemy was by this time much demoralized, and he was eager to +make a vigorous attack upon them while in this state. But two +circumstances gave him pause. To advance upon the intrenchments +would bring him under a crossfire from the redoubt, and he had +sufficient respect for the Frenchmen to hesitate to risk losses +among his small body of men. Further, the movements of the enemy's +detachments on his right caused him some uneasiness. He suspected +that they were the troops of Mir Jafar and Rai Durlabh, but he had +no certain information on that point, nor had he received a message +from them. He knew that Mir Jafar was untrustworthy, therefore he +was unwilling to risk a general assault until assured that the +troops on his flank were not hostile to him.</p> +<p>The doubt was suddenly resolved when he saw them check their +movement, retire, and draw apart from the remainder of the Nawab's +army. Giving the word at once to advance, he led his men to storm +the redoubt and the mound on its right. For a short time Sinfray +and his gallant Frenchmen showed a bold front; but the vigorous +onslaught of the English struck fear into the hearts of his native +allies; the news that the Nawab had fled completed their panic; and +then began a wild and disorderly flight; horsemen galloping from +the field; infantry scampering this way and that; elephants +trumpeting; camels screaming, as they charged through the rabble. +With British cheers and native yells Clive's men poured into the +Nawab's camp, some dashing on in pursuit of the enemy, others +delaying to plunder the baggage and stores, of which immense +quantities lay open to their hand.</p> +<p>By half-past five on that memorable twenty-third of June the +battle was over--the battle that gave Britain immediately the +wealthiest province of India and, indirectly, the mastery of the +whole of that vast Empire. The loss to the British was only +twenty-three killed and fifty wounded.</p> +<p>Clive rested for a while in Sirajuddaula's tent, where he found +on his inkstand a list of thirteen courtiers whom, even in that +moment of dire extremity, he had condemned to death. From a +prisoner it was learned that the Nawab had escaped on a camel with +two thousand horsemen, fleeing toward Murshidabad. All day he had +been in a state of terror and agitation. Deprived of his bravest +officer Mir Madan, betrayed by his own relatives, the wretched +youth had not waited for the critical moment. Himself carried to +his capital the news of his defeat.</p> +<p>Orders were given to push on that night to Daudpur, six miles +north of Plassey. But some time was occupied by Clive's +commissariat in replacing their exhausted bullocks with teams +captured in the Nawab's camp. Meanwhile Clive sent Eyre Coote +forward with a small detachment to keep the enemy on the run. Among +those who accompanied him was Desmond, with Bulger and Mr. Toley. +Desmond hoped that he might overtake and capture Monsieur Sinfray, +from whom he thought it likely he might wrest information about +Mrs. Merriman and her daughter. Diggle had made use of Sinfray's +house; it was not improbable that the Frenchmen knew something +about the ladies. As for the seamen, they were so much disgusted at +the tameness of the enemy's resistance that they were eager for +anything that promised activity and adventure. Their eagerness was +no whit diminished when Desmond mentioned what he had in his +mind.</p> +<p>"By thunder, sir," said Bulger, "give me the chanst and I'll +learn the mounseer the why and wherefore of it. And as for +Diggle--well, I may be wrong, but I'll lay my share o' the prize +money out o' the Good Intent that he's hatchin' mischief, and not +far off neither. Show a leg, mateys."</p> +<h2><a name="Ch30" id="Ch30">Chapter 30</a>: In which Coja Solomon +reappears: and gives our hero valuable information.</h2> +<p>Before Major Coote reached Daudpur he was overtaken by a +horseman bearing a message from Clive.</p> +<p>"A job for you, Burke," said the major, after reading the note. +"Mr. Clive is annoyed at the Nawab's escape and thinks he may give +us trouble yet if he can join hands with Law and his Frenchmen. I +am to send you ahead to reconnoiter. You've been to Murshidabad, I +think?"</p> +<p>"No, only to Cossimbazar, but that is not far off."</p> +<p>"Well, you know the best part of the road, at any rate. The +colonel wants you to go with a small party to Murshidabad and find +out whether the Frenchmen have come within reach. You'll have to go +on foot: take care you don't get into trouble. Pick your own men, +of course. You must have a rest first."</p> +<p>"Two or three hours will be enough for me. If we start soon we +shall reach Murshidabad before dawn, and with little risk. I'm to +come back and report, sir?"</p> +<p>"Of course. No doubt you will meet us on the way."</p> +<p>On reaching Daudpur Desmond selected twenty Sepoys who knew the +country and ordered them to be ready to start with him at midnight. +Bulger and Mr. Toley he had already informed of his mission, and he +found them more than eager to share in it. Just after midnight the +little party set out. A march of some four hours brought them to +the outskirts of Murshidabad. Desmond called a halt, encamped for +the remainder of the night in a grove of palmyras, and at dawn sent +forward one of the Sepoys, disguised as a ryot, to make inquiries +as to what was happening in the town.</p> +<p>It was near midday when the man returned. He reported that the +Nawab had gone to his palace, while the chiefs who had accompanied +or followed him from the field of battle had shown their +recognition that his cause was lost by deserting him and going to +their own houses. He had heard nothing of the French. The Nawab, in +order to ingratiate himself with the people, had thrown open his +treasury, from which all and sundry were carrying off what they +pleased. The city was in such a disturbed state that it would be +exceedingly unsafe for any stranger to enter.</p> +<p>Desmond decided to remain where he was until nightfall, and then +to skirt the city and move northwards in the hope of learning +something definite of the movements of the French. Meanwhile he +sent the man back to learn if anything happened during the day.</p> +<p>In the evening the man returned again. This time he reported +that Mir Jafar had arrived with a large force and taken possession +of the Nawab's palace of Mansurganj. Immediately after the +traitor's arrival Sirajuddaula had collected all the gold and +jewels on which he could lay hands and fled with his women. +Suspecting that the luckless Nawab was making for Rajmahal in the +hope of meeting Law there, Desmond made up his mind to follow. He +struck his camp, marched all night, and soon after daybreak reached +a village near the river some miles south of Rajmahal.</p> +<p>He was surprised to find the village deserted. But passing a +small house, he heard cries of distress, and going in he found the +place full of smoke from some straw that had been kindled, and a +man tied by his thumbs to a staple in the wall. He recognized the +man in a moment. It was Coja Solomon, Mr. Merriman's rascally agent +of Cossimbazar. He was half dead with pain and fright. Desmond cut +him loose and hurried him out of the stifling room into the open, +where Bulger revived him with copious douses of water until he was +sufficiently recovered to explain his unhappy plight.</p> +<p>"God be praised!" exclaimed the Armenian fervently. "You were in +time, sir. I was seeking safety. The Faujdar of Murshidabad +villainously ill-used me. He owes me much, but there is no +gratitude in him. I saw that neither my life nor my goods were +safe, so I packed up what valuables I could and left with my +servants, intending to go to Patna, where I have a house. I had +just reached this village when I saw a band of some fifty horsemen +approaching from the other end, and fearing that I might be set +upon and plundered I hastily concealed my goods at the edge of the +tank hard by. Alas! it availed me nothing. My servants were +dispersed, and the risaldar of the horsemen, a European, seized me +and thrust me into this house, abandoned like all the rest, for the +people fled before his approach, fearing he would burn and destroy. +Then I was tied up as you saw, until I confessed where my valuables +were hidden; one of my servants must have betrayed me. The risaldar +promised to release me as soon as I should confess: but instead of +that he set fire to the straw out of pure villainy, for what could +I do to him? I have been a good friend to the English. Sir, pursue +that man: he must be a Frenchman. I will give you a quarter, nay, a +third of my goods, if you recover them."</p> +<p>"That is impossible, Khwaja. I've only twenty men on foot: what +is the use of pursuing fifty on horseback? Your friendship for the +British has come, I fear, a little too late."</p> +<p>The Armenian wrung his hands in despair, whining that he was a +ruined man. Then his tone changed; was there not still a chance? He +explained that, a few hours before his capture, he had met a man +who had recognized him as the agent for Mr. Merriman. The man said +that he was a servant of Surendra Nath Chuckerbutti and was on his +way to meet Clive Sahib, carrying a letter to him from his master. +But he was worn out, having come on foot a day and a night without +rest. Coja Solomon unblushingly confessed that, while the man slept +at midday, he had taken the letter from him and read it.</p> +<p>"Why did you do that?"</p> +<p>"I thought it would be safer with me, for every one knows--"</p> +<p>"Yes, that'll do, Khwaja; go on with your story."</p> +<p>"The letter was written at Malda, a village on the other side of +the river, and the writer, Surendra Nath, informed Mr. Clive that +the wife and daughter of Mr. Merriman were in his house there, and +asked him to send a party to bring them away. Naturally, sir, I was +pleased to find--"</p> +<p>"Go on with your story," cried Desmond impatiently, all +excitement at coming upon the track of the ladies at last.</p> +<p>"It was while I was reading the letter that the horsemen came +up. The risaldar took it from me, read it, and questioned me. His +face changed. He smiled evilly, and from the questions he asked me, +and from what I heard him say to his followers, he has gone to +Malda, with a design to take these ladies."</p> +<p>"Stay, Khwaja, what was he like?"</p> +<p>"He was a tall man, with scars on his face, and on his right +hand he wore a black glove."</p> +<p>"The scoundrel!" exclaimed Desmond.</p> +<p>His look of trouble and anxiety did not escape the Armenian.</p> +<p>"It is but a little since he left me," he said. "If you make +your way to the village--it is three coss on the other side of the +river--you may capture him, sir, as well as regain my property, a +third of which is yours."</p> +<p>"But how--how, man?" cried Desmond impatiently. "How can we +overtake him on foot?"</p> +<p>"He will have to ride near to Rajmahal to find a ford, sir. He +will cross there, and ride back down the river some five coss +before he comes to Malda."</p> +<p>"But could he not swim the river?"</p> +<p>"He could, sir, but it is a feat he is not likely to attempt, +seeing that there is no need for haste. I implore you, sir, start +at once. Otherwise I am a ruined man; my old age will be spent in +poverty and distress."</p> +<p>"If he can not cross, how can I?" said Desmond.</p> +<p>"There is sure to be a boat on the bank, sir, unless they have +all been seized by the Nawab, who, rumor says, is coming from +Bhagwangola by river to Rajmahal."</p> +<p>Desmond felt uneasy and perplexed. He doubted whether his duty +to Clive did not forbid him to go in search of the ladies, and +there was no possibility of communicating in time with either Clive +or Coote. Then it suddenly occurred to him that pursuit of Diggle +might well come within his duty. Diggle was in the service of the +Nawab; it was possible that he was even leading an advance guard of +Law's Frenchmen.</p> +<p>"Were there any other Europeans besides the risaldar among the +horsemen?" he asked.</p> +<p>"Two, sahib, and they were French. I suspect they were from the +force of Law, sahib; he was, I know, at Patna a few days ago."</p> +<p>Desmond hesitated no longer. His affection for Mr. Merriman +prompted an attempt to save the ladies: his mission from Clive was +to discover the movements of the French. If he set off on Diggle's +track he might succeed in both. It was a risky adventure--to pursue +fifty men under such a leader as Diggle, with only a score. But +twice before he had tried conclusions with Diggle and come off +best: why should fortune fail him again?</p> +<p>Hurriedly explaining the situation to Mr. Toley and Bulger, he +hastened with his men down to the river. There was no boat at the +village ghat. He looked anxiously up and down. On the opposite side +he saw a long riverboat moored in a narrow backwater. He could only +get it by swimming, and here the current ran so swiftly that to +swim would be dangerous. Yet on the spur of the moment he was +preparing to take to the water himself when one of his men, a slim +and active Sepoy, volunteered to go.</p> +<p>"Good! I will give you ten rupees if you bring the boat across. +You are a good swimmer?"</p> +<p>"The sahib will see," replied the man, with a salaam and a +smile.</p> +<p>He took a kedgeree pot, an earthen vessel used for cooking, and +firmly tied to it a stout bamboo some six feet long, so that the +thicker end of the pole was even with the mouth of the vessel. The +boat was slightly down the stream. The man ran a little way +upstream to a point where a spit of land jutted out into the river, +his companions following quickly with the pot. This they placed +mouth downwards in the water. Then the Sepoy mounted on top, +launched himself on this novel buoy, and, holding on to the pole, +floated breast high in the water down with the current, dexterously +steering himself with his legs to the point where the boat was +moored. Soon he reached the spot. He clambered into the boat and +with rapid movements of the stern oar brought it to the other side, +viewing with beaming face the promised reward.</p> +<p>While this was going on the sky had been darkening. A +northwester was coming up, and after his experience on the eve of +Plassey, Desmond knew what that meant. He hastily embarked his men, +and the boat started: but it had scarcely covered a third of the +distance across the river when the wind struck it. Fortunately the +sail was not up: as it was, the flat-bottomed boat was nearly +swamped. Drenching rain began to fall. The river was lashed to +fury: for three crowded minutes it seemed to Desmond a miracle that +the boat was still afloat. The waves dashed over its sides; the +men, blinded by the rain, were too much cowed to attempt to bail +out.</p> +<p>Desmond was at the helm; Bulger and Toley had an oar each; +although only a few yards distant, Desmond could scarcely see them +through the pelting rain. Then the wind moderated somewhat: he +peremptorily ordered the men to use their brass lotis {drinking +vessel} to bale out the boat, and determined to turn the storm to +account.</p> +<p>With great difficulty he got the sail hoisted; and then the +vessel ran down the river at racing speed. The distance to Malda, +as the Armenian had told him, was six miles--four by river, two by +land. By Diggle's route it was ten miles. The horsemen had had such +a start of him that he feared he could not overtake them in time. +Still, the storm that now helped him would hinder them. If he +survived the perils of the river passage he might even yet +succeed.</p> +<p>He was alive to the risks he ran. More than once, as the wind +changed a point, it seemed that the cranky craft must turn turtle. +But she escaped again and again, plunging on her headlong course. +The Sepoys were sturdy enough fellows, but being unused to the +water they cowered in the bottom of the boat, except when Desmond's +stern command set them frantically bailing.</p> +<p>Almost before it seemed possible they came in sight of a bend in +the river which one of the men, who knew the district, had +described to Desmond as the nearest point to the village he sought. +So rapid had the passage been that Desmond felt that, if they could +only land in safety, they might have gained considerably on +Diggle's horsemen. The latter must have felt the full effect of the +gale: it was likely that they had taken shelter for a time. Desmond +and his men were wet to the skin, but, profiting by the +recollection of what had happened at Plassey, they had kept their +ammunition dry.</p> +<p>At the bend the river presented a shelving beach, being at least +twice as wide at this point during the rainy season as at other +periods. Without hesitation Desmond ran the nose of the boat +straight at the beach: she came to with a violent bump; the men +tumbled out waist deep into the water, and with shrill cries of +relief scrambled ashore.</p> +<p>No time was lost. Waiting only to inspect their muskets, Desmond +at once began the march, the band being led by the man who knew the +country. Another man, a noted runner, formerly a kasid in the +employment of the Nawab of the Deccan, was sent in advance to find +Surendra Nath's house, give him warning of Desmond's coming, and +instruct him to have someone on the lookout for the approach of the +enemy, if Diggle were not, indeed, already in possession of the +village. The rest pushed on with all speed. The storm had cleared +the air: the rain had ceased, and though it was unpleasant walking +over the soppy ground, the march was much cooler than it would +otherwise have been.</p> +<p>Desmond longed for a hill from which to get a view of the +country. But, as almost everywhere in the valley of the Ganges, it +was dead flat. The party was within a quarter of a mile of the +village when the kasid came running back. He had found the Babu's +house. From its flat roof a body of horse had been seen in the +distance, nearly a coss away. Desmond at once ordered his men to +double, and as they dashed into the village among the wondering +people, the kasid pointed out Surendra Nath's house at the far +end--a small two-storied building, surrounded by a wall and +approached through a rickety iron gateway. It was the first house +to which the approaching horsemen would come.</p> +<p>A man in native dress was standing at the gate. At first Desmond +did not recognize him, but as he drew nearer he saw that it was +Surendra Nath himself, looking years older--weak, thin, +sunken-eyed, little like the sleek, well-fed Babu Desmond had last +seen in Calcutta.</p> +<p>"Are the ladies safe?" asked Desmond, yards ahead of his +men.</p> +<p>"Yes, sir, quite safe," replied Surendra Nath, trembling.</p> +<p>"Thank God for that! Go in, Babu: tell them we are here to +protect them."</p> +<p>While speaking he had eagerly scanned the surroundings. On each +side of the sodden track that did duty for a road there was a mango +grove. Desmond directed Toley to take four men to one side, and +Bulger four men to the other, and place themselves among the trees. +When the first three files of the horsemen should have passed +through, the seamen were to give the word to fire; then, taking +advantage of the inevitable confusion, to rush with their men to +the house. Desmond himself meanwhile, with the remaining twelve, +set to work to strengthen the defenses. These proceedings were +watched with amazement by the villagers, who, men, women, and +children, stood in groups, discussing in shrill tones the movements +of these energetic strangers.</p> +<p>There was a small veranda to the house. This was wrenched away +by main force. The posts and other parts of the woodwork were +carried to the gateway and piled up as rapidly as possible to form +a rough barricade. Scarcely was this task half accomplished when +the clanking of weapons was heard in the distance, soon accompanied +by the swashing of horses' hoofs on the drenched soil.</p> +<p>Desmond coolly ordered his men to proceed with the work. A +minute later there was a sharp discharge of musketry, followed by +cries, shouts, and the sound of galloping horses. The villagers +scuttled away shrieking. Immediately afterward Bulger and Toley +with their eight men sprang from cover and made a dash for the +wall.</p> +<p>"Muskets first!" shouted Desmond.</p> +<p>The muskets were pitched over: then the men scrambled up, +Desmond and his Sepoys assisting them to get across. Almost the +first to drop down into the compound was Bulger, whose hook had +proved, not for the first time, of more service than a sound left +arm. Once over himself, he used his hook to haul the Sepoys after +him, with many a vigorous "Yo, heave ho!"</p> +<p>"All aboard, sir," he cried, when the last of the men was within +the wall. "I may be wrong, but I lay my button hook 'tis now all +hands to repel boarders; and only two cutlasses among us--mine and +Mr. Toley's. What ho, mateys! who cares--"</p> +<p>Desmond ordered four of his men to post themselves at the +barricaded gateway: the rest he divided into two parties, and +stationed behind the wall at each side. The wall was six feet +high--too high to fire over; but as it was in a somewhat +dilapidated condition there was no difficulty in knocking away +several loose bricks at intervals, so as to make a rough and ready +battlement. Desmond instructed the men to fire alternately through +the embrasures thus made. As soon as one had fired he was to fall +back and reload as fast as possible while another man took his +place. By this device, Desmond hoped to deceive the enemy for a +time as to the number of the defenders in the compound.</p> +<p>But it was not to be expected that the enemy could long be kept +out, and in the last resort it would be necessary to retreat to the +house. In view of the presence of the ladies this was a step to be +avoided if possible. It might indeed be the wiser course to +surrender, for their sakes. As the thought struck Desmond he called +to the Babu, who was keeping watch on the roof.</p> +<p>"Babu," he said, "ask the ladies to occupy the least exposed +room. Tell them that if the enemy get over the wall I will try to +make an arrangement with them, rather than provoke an attack on the +house."</p> +<p>The Babu disappeared. But a few moments later Phyllis Merriman, +wearing the costume of a native lady, came running out.</p> +<p>"Mother bids me say, Mr. Burke," she said, "on no account let +such considerations weigh with you. She says, fight to the last. We +will risk anything rather than go back to captivity. You will beat +them, Mr. Burke, won't you?"</p> +<p>"I shall do my best, Miss Merriman," replied Desmond. "But pray +go back: they may be here at any moment. I need not say how glad I +am to find you well. Pray tell Mrs. Merriman that we shall all do +our best for her and you."</p> +<p>"I know you will. And my father?"</p> +<p>"He is distressed, of course, but clings to hope. Do, Miss +Merriman, retire at once. I see the enemy coming from the +grove."</p> +<p>"Phyllis! Phyllis!" cried Mrs. Merriman from the house; "come in +at once!</p> +<p>"Mr. Burke, send her in. Have no mercy on the wretches, I +implore you."</p> +<p>The girl walked back reluctantly. Unknown to Desmond, she went +no farther than the doorway, where, just hidden from sight, she +watched all that followed.</p> +<p>The enemy had clearly been nonplussed by their sudden check. +There were no British troops, as far as they knew, for many miles +round, and concerted resistance from the natives was unlikely. But +they were now emerging from the mango grove, a hundred yards away. +They came on foot, leaving their horses out of musket range.</p> +<p>Desmond's heart sank as he counted them. There were even more +than he had supposed. They numbered fifty-four and several had no +doubt been left in charge of the horses. Still, he felt that he had +two advantages. The first was his position behind the wall; the +second, the fact that the enemy, unless they had obtained +information from the villagers, could not know what force they had +to deal with. Their ignorance, of course, must be only temporary: +if one of them should succeed in mounting the wall the weakness of +the defense must immediately be seen.</p> +<p>As the enemy, tall men in the costume of native cavalry, +assembled by twos and threes at the edge of the grove, Desmond +noticed three Europeans leave the main body and advance some way +into the open. It was with a flush of indignation and a fierce +resolve to bring him at last to book that Desmond recognized one of +them as Diggle. With his companions he walked at a safe distance +completely round the building.</p> +<p>For some time they halted at the back, carefully scanning the +position. Here the wall approached the house much more closely than +in the front, and no one could mount it without being fully exposed +to fire from the upper windows. After his examination, Diggle +returned with the two men, whom from their appearance Desmond +judged to be Frenchmen, to the main body, and sent off half a dozen +men toward the other end of the village. While they were gone one +of the Frenchmen seemed to Desmond to be expostulating with Diggle: +but the latter only laughed and waved his gloved hand in the +direction of the house.</p> +<p>The messengers soon returned, dragging with them three of the +villagers. These Diggle took aside separately and questioned: it +was clear to Desmond that he was ascertaining the strength of the +garrison. Apparently satisfied, he divided his force into three +parts; the largest, consisting of some forty men, remained at the +edge of the grove; the two smaller proceeded to the right and left +of the back of the house. One was in command of a Frenchman, but +the Frenchman who had expostulated with Diggle had apparently +refused to have anything to do with the affair: he held himself +aloof, and by and by disappeared into the grove.</p> +<p>Diggle's evident intention was to weaken the garrison by forcing +Desmond to divide his already too small force. He had to detach +eight of his men--three to the windows and five to the +wall--leaving only fourteen, including Bulger and Toley, to meet +the rush in front.</p> +<p>It was not long in coming. Diggle did not wait to parley. Taking +a musket from one of his men he raised it to his shoulder and fired +at a Sepoy, whose head just showed above the gate. The man raised +his hand to his brow and fell back with a sharp cry--a bullet had +plowed a furrow through his scalp. Desmond checked his men as they +were about to fire in reply: but when, in the rush that followed, +the enemy came within thirty yards, he gave the word, and seven +muskets flashed forth across the barricade.</p> +<p>The attacking party were coming forward in close order, and five +of the men fell. But the rest sprang forward with shrill yells, +Diggle, who was untouched, urging them on. Even the fire of +Desmond's second rank failed to check them. Two or three dropped; +others were soon swarming up the wall; and though the defenders +with clubbed muskets struck savagely at their heads and hands as +they appeared above the coping, if one drew back, another took his +place: and the wall was so long that at several points there were +gaps between Desmond's Sepoys where the enemy could mount +unmolested.</p> +<p>Desmond, having discharged his two pistols, disposing of one of +the assailants with each shot, was in the act of reloading when +Diggle leaped into the compound, followed by two of his men. +Shouting to Bulger, Desmond threw the pistols and rammer on the +ground behind him, and, drawing his sword, dashed at the three +intruders, who were slightly winded by the charge and their +exertions in scaling the wall.</p> +<p>Desmond could never afterward remember the details of the +crowded moments that followed. There were cries all around him: +behind, the strident voice of Mr. Toley was cheering his men to +repel the assault at the back of the house: at his side Bulger was +bellowing like a bull of Bashan. But all this was confused noise to +him, for his attention was wholly occupied with his old enemy. His +first lunge at Diggle was neatly parried, and the two, oblivious of +all that was happening around them, looked full into each other's +eyes, read grim determination there, and fought with a cold fury +that meant death to the first that gave an opening to his +opponent's sword.</p> +<p>If motive counted, if the right cause could always win, the +issue admitted of no doubt. Desmond had a heavy score to pay off. +From the time when he had met Diggle in the street at Market +Drayton to his last encounter with him at the Battle of the Carts, +he had been the mark of his enmity, malice, spite, trickery. But +Desmond thought less of his own wrongs than of the sorrow of his +friend, Mr. Merriman, and the harrowing wretchedness which must +have been the lot of the ladies while they were in Diggle's power. +The man had brought misery into so many lives that it would be a +good deed if, in the fortune of war, Desmond's sword could rid the +world of him.</p> +<p>And Diggle, on his side, was nerved by the power of hate. +Baseless as were his suspicions of Desmond's friendship with Sir +Willoughby Stokes, he felt that this boy was an obstacle. Ever +since their paths had crossed he had been conscious that he had to +do with a finer, nobler nature than his own: and Desmond's courage +and skill had already frustrated him. As he faced him now, it was +with the feeling that, if this boy were killed, a bar would be +removed from his career.</p> +<p>Thus, on either side, it was war to the death. What Desmond +lacked in skill and experience he made up for by youth and +strength. The two combatants were thus equally matched: a grain in +the scale might decide the issue. But the longer the fight lasted +the better were Desmond's chances. He had youth in his favor. He +had led a hard life: his muscles were like iron. The older man by +and by began to flag: more than once his guard was nearly beaten +down: nothing but his great skill in swordsmanship, and the +coolness that never deserted him, saved him from the sharp edge of +Desmond's blade.</p> +<p>But when he seemed almost at the end of his strength, fortune +suddenly befriended him. Bulger, with his clubbed musket and +terrible iron hook, had disposed of the two men who leaped with +Diggle into the compound; but there were others behind them; three +men dropped to the ground close by, and, making a simultaneous +rush, bore Bulger back against Desmond, hampering his sword +arm.</p> +<p>One of Desmond's Sepoys sprang to the rescue, but he was too +late to stem the tide. A blow from a musket stock disabled Bulger's +right arm; he lost his footing; as he fell, his hook, still active, +caught Diggle's leg and brought him to the ground, just as, taking +advantage of the diversion, he was making exultantly what he +intended for a final lunge at Desmond. He fell headlong, rolling +over Bulger, who was already on the ground.</p> +<p>How the end came Desmond did not clearly see. He knew that he +was beset by three of Diggle's men, and, falling back before them, +he heard the voice of Phyllis Merriman close by, and felt his +pistols thrust into his hands. She had slipped out of the doorway, +picked up the weapons as they lay where Desmond had flung them, +completed the loading, and advanced fearlessly into the thick of +the fray. At one and the same moment Desmond fired upon his enemies +and implored the brave girl to go back.</p> +<p>Then suddenly there was a lull in the uproar. Bulger was upon +his feet. Diggle's men paused to gaze at their prostrate leader. +Then every man of them was scrambling pell mell over the wall, +yelling as the stocks of the Sepoys' muskets sped them on their +flight.</p> +<p>"What is it?" asked Desmond.</p> +<p>Bulger pointed to Diggle, among the fallen.</p> +<p>"He've gone to his account, sir, which I may be wrong, but the +Almighty have got a long black score agen him."</p> +<p>"How did it happen?"</p> +<p>Bulger lifted his hook.</p> +<p>"'Twas that there Diggle as was the why and wherefore o' this +little ornament, sir, and 'twas only right he should be paid for +what he done. We fell down, him and me; I was under. He hoisted +himself on his hands to get free, and I lifted my hook, sir, and +caught him a blow under the chin. If it didn't break his neck, sir, +my name en't Bill Bulger, which I'm sorry for his poor wicked soul +all the same."</p> +<p>Phyllis had her hands clasped about Desmond's arm.</p> +<p>"Is he dead?" she asked in a voice of awe.</p> +<p>"Come away," said Desmond quietly, leading her toward the house. +"Let us find your mother."</p> +<h2><a name="Ch31" id="Ch31">Chapter 31</a>: In which friends meet, +and part: and our hero hints a proposal.</h2> +<p>The fight was over. It was Diggle's quarrel; neither the +Frenchmen nor the natives had any concern in it, and when their +leader was dead they had no more interest in continuing the +struggle. They drew off; the weary defenders collected the dead and +attended to the wounded; and Desmond went into the house.</p> +<p>"God bless you, Mr. Burke!" said Mrs. Merriman, tears streaming +from her eyes as she met him and clasped his hands. "You are not +hurt?"</p> +<p>"Just a scratch or two, ma'am: nothing to trouble about."</p> +<p>But the ladies insisted on bathing the two slight wounds on head +and arm which in the heat of the fight he had not noticed. And then +Mrs. Merriman told him all that had happened since the day he left +them in such merry spirits at Khulna. How they had been trapped by +Diggle, pretending to be a Monsieur de Bonnefon: how he had +conveyed them to the house of his friend Sinfray: how after many +months their whereabouts had been revealed to Surendra Nath by one +of his numerous relatives, a man who had a distant cousin among +Sinfray's servants: how the Babu, displaying unwonted energy, had +come with a number of friends and fallen unawares upon their +captors, afterward taking them to a house of his father's in this +village: how the old man and his son had both been stricken with +jungle fever, and the father died, and when the Babu lay helpless +and unconscious on his sickbed they had found no means of +communicating with their friends.</p> +<p>Mrs. Merriman shuddered as she spoke of the terrors of their +captivity. They had been well treated, indeed; Monsieur de +Bonnefon, or Diggle, as she afterward learned to call him, had +visited them several times and seen that their wants were supplied. +But their enforced seclusion and inactivity, their dread of the +unknown, their uncertainty as to what might have befallen Mr. +Merriman, had told heavily upon their health and spirits. Rumor +brought news of the tragedy of the Black Hole: they heard that the +few survivors were prisoners of the Nawab; and they feared the +worst. From Surendra Nath they learned that they need not despair; +and since then they had lived on in the hope that, when the Babu +had recovered from his illness, he would find some means of +restoring them to the husband and father from whom they had so long +been parted.</p> +<p>"Surendra Nath has a heart of gold, Mr. Burke," said Mrs. +Merriman in concluding her story. "Poor man! he has been very ill. +We must do something to show our gratitude for his devotion when we +get back to Calcutta."</p> +<p>Desmond then in his turn told them all that had happened since +their disappearance. When they learned of the result of the Battle +of Plassey, and that Clive was marching toward Murshidabad, they +were eager to set off at once.</p> +<p>"Yes, ma'am," said Desmond, "we shall start as soon as possible. +I shall leave you to make your preparations. It may not be possible +to start before night, the country being so disturbed, so that if +you can sleep through the day you will be fitter for the +journey."</p> +<p>He left them, and going into the compound, found Bulger and +Toley looking with curiosity at the body of Diggle.</p> +<p>"Hi, sir!" said Bulger as Desmond came up to them: "this here +bit o' velvet is explained at last. Mr. Toley, he slit it with his +cutlass, sir, and never did I see a man so down in the mouth when +he knowed what was under it. 'T'ent nothing at all, sir; just three +letters; and what for he went and burnt them three letters into the +back of his hand 'twould beat a Daniel to explain.</p> +<p>"'F u r,' sir, that's what they spells; but whether 'tis rabbit +skin or fox I can't say, though 'tis most likely fox, knowing the +man."</p> +<p>Desmond stooped and looked at the unclad right hand. The letters +F U R were branded livid below the knuckles.</p> +<p>"He was always quoting Latin, Bulger," he said. "'Fur' is a +Latin word: it means 'thief.'"</p> +<p>"Which I might have knowed it, sir, only I think as how the man +that did the stampin' might have done it in plain English. I don't +hold with these foreign lingos, sir; there allers seems something +sly and deceivin' about em. No right man 'ud ever think 'fur' meant +'thief'! Thief an' all, sir, he's dead. Mr. Toley and me'll put him +away decent like: and it won't do him no harm if we just says 'Our +Father' over the grave."</p> +<p>Desmond was turning away when three of his men came into the +compound, two grasping a Frenchman by the arms, the third a black +boy. The former Desmond recognized as the man whom he had seen +expostulating with Diggle; the latter was Scipio Africanus, looking +scared and miserable.</p> +<p>The men explained that, pursuing the fugitives, they had +captured their prisoners in the grove. The Frenchman at once +addressed Desmond in broken English. He said that he had tried in +vain to dissuade Diggle from his attempt to capture the ladies. The +party had been sent in advance by Monsieur Law to announce his +coming. He was at Patna with a considerable body of French corps +designed for the support of the Nawab. As he was speaking the +Frenchman caught sight of Diggle's exposed hand. He started, with +an exclamation of surprise. Then in answer to Desmond's question he +revealed the secret that had so long perplexed him.</p> +<p>Seven years before, he said, in December, 1750, there was a +brilliant foreigner named Peloti among the officers of Major de la +Touche, a young soldier who had been singled out by Dupleix, the +French Governor of Pondicherry, as a military genius of the first +order. Peloti was with the French army when, less than four +thousand in number, it fell upon the vast hordes of Nadir Jang near +Gingi and won the battle that set Muzaffar Jang on the throne of +the Deccan and marked the zenith of Dupleix's success. The new +Nawab, in gratitude to the French for the services rendered him, +sent to Dupleix a present of a million rupees, and a casket of +jewels worth half as much again. This casket was given to Peloti to +deliver: he had abused his trust by abstracting the gem of the +collection, a beautiful diamond; and the theft being accidentally +discovered, Dupleix in his rage ordered the thief to be branded on +the right hand with the word 'fur,' and drummed him out of the +French service.</p> +<p>The identity of Peloti with Diggle was not suspected by the +French, and when Diggle a few months back offered his services to +Bussy, their commander, they were eagerly accepted, for his evident +knowledge of Clive's movements and of affairs in Calcutta promised +to be exceedingly valuable. None of the French then in the Deccan +knew him: and though they remarked his curious habit of wearing a +fingerless glove on his right hand, no one connected it with the +half-forgotten story of the stolen diamond.</p> +<p>Desmond thanked the Frenchman for his information.</p> +<p>"I am sorry to keep you a prisoner, Monsieur," he said; "but I +must trouble you to return with me to Murshidabad. I can promise +you good treatment from Colonel Clive."</p> +<p>The Frenchman smiled, shrugged, and exclaimed: "<i>Eh bien! La +guerre est la guerre</i>!"</p> +<p>Remembering Coja Solomon, Desmond asked Toley to search Diggle's +body before burying it. But nothing was found, except a little +money. The Armenian's property had evidently been left under guard +in the grove, and was doubtless, by this time, far away, in the +possession of one or other of Diggle's runagate followers.</p> +<p>At nightfall the party set off. Closed chairs had been provided +for the ladies, and these were carried in the midst, Bulger on one +side, Toley on the other, and Desmond behind. One person whom +Desmond had expected to take with him was absent: Scipio Africanus, +on seeing the dead body of his master, had uttered one heartrending +howl and fled. Desmond never saw him again. He reflected that, +villainous as Diggle had proved to be, he had at least been able to +win the affection of his servant.</p> +<p>On the way they met Coja Solomon, who, on learning of the +disappearance of his valuables, heaped abuse upon Desmond and went +away wringing his hands. Traveling slowly, by easy stages, and only +by night, it took the party three days to reach Murshidabad. +Desmond found that Clive had entered the city two days before and +taken up his abode at the Murda Bagh. Mir Jafar had been accepted +as Nawab, and nothing had been heard of Sirajuddaula.</p> +<p>Desmond first sought out Major Coote.</p> +<p>"By George, Burke!" said that officer, "Colonel Clive is in a +towering rage at your long absence; he expected your return long +ago. And you ought to know that Colonel Clive in a rage is not +quite as mild as milk."</p> +<p>"I'm afraid I must brave his anger," said Desmond. "I've found +Mr. Merriman's ladies."</p> +<p>"You have?"</p> +<p>"Yes, and brought them back with me. And Peloti will trouble us +no more: we had to fight for the ladies, and Bulger killed him. +Won't Mr. Clive forgive me?"</p> +<p>"I can't answer for Mr. Clive; no one can say what he will do. +But I tell you one thing: you'll put Warren Hastings' nose out of +joint. You know he was sweet on Merriman's daughter."</p> +<p>"No, I didn't know it. I don't see what that has to do with +me."</p> +<p>"Don't you, egad!" said Coote with a laugh. "Sure, my boy, +you'll see it before long. Well, I won't keep you to hear your +story. Go to Mr. Clive at once; and let me know what happens."</p> +<p>Desmond found Clive in company with Mr. Watts, and Rai Durlabh, +Mr. Scrafton and Omichand. He had some difficulty in obtaining +admittance; only his representation that he bore important news +prevailed with the darwan. He learned afterwards that the great +bankers, the Seths, had just left the meeting, after it had been +decided that, owing to the depletion of the treasury, only one-half +of the immense sums promised to Clive and the English in Mir +Jafar's treaty could be paid at once, the remainder to follow in +three years.</p> +<p>Desmond entered the room just in time to hear Clive say to +Scrafton:</p> +<p>"It is now time to undeceive Omichand."</p> +<p>Mr. Scrafton went up to the Sikh, and said quietly in +Hindustani:</p> +<p>"Omichand, the red paper is a trick: you are to have +nothing."</p> +<p>Omichand stood for a moment dazed: then he fell back in a faint +and was carried by his attendants from the room. The shock had +unhinged the poor man's reason: he lingered insane for eighteen +months and died.</p> +<p>At the time Desmond knew nothing of the deceit that had been +practised on him; but in the light of his after knowledge he +understood the strange expression that clouded Clive's face as the +old man was carried away: a look of pity mingled with contempt. +Catching sight of Desmond, the great soldier flashed out:</p> +<p>"What do you mean, sir, by absenting yourself so long? I sent +you in advance because I thought you would be speedy. A snail would +have gone more quickly."</p> +<p>"I am sorry, sir," said Desmond; "I was unexpectedly delayed. I +had got nearly as far as Rajmahal when I learned the whereabouts of +Mrs. Merriman. She was in hiding with Surendra Nath, one of Mr. +Merriman's men. I heard that Diggle--Peloti, sir--was about to +attempt her recapture, and I felt that you yourself, had you been +in my place, would have tried to save the ladies."</p> +<p>Clive grunted.</p> +<p>"Go on, sir," he said.</p> +<p>"We found the place just in time, sir. Diggle came up with a +couple of Frenchmen and a troop of native horse. We beat them off, +and I have brought the ladies here."</p> +<p>"And forgotten your instructions?"</p> +<p>"No, sir. Monsieur Law was advancing from Patna: Diggle was +coming ahead to inform the Nawab of his approach. But the whole +country knows of your victory, and I fancy Monsieur Law will come +no further."</p> +<p>"And Diggle?"</p> +<p>"He was killed in the fight, sir."</p> +<p>"Indeed! And how many did his men muster?"</p> +<p>"Nearly sixty, sir."</p> +<p>"And yours?"</p> +<p>"A score of Sepoys, sir; but I had two seamen with me: Bulger, +whom you know; and Mr. Toley, an American, mate of one of Mr. +Merriman's ships. They were worth a dozen others."</p> +<p>Clive grunted again.</p> +<p>"Well, go and tell Mrs. Merriman I shall be glad to wait on her. +And look here, Burke: you may consider yourself a captain in the +Company's service from this day. Come now, I'm very busy: go and +give Mrs. Merriman my message, and take care that next time you are +sent on special service you are not drawn off on any such mad +expedition. Come to me tomorrow."</p> +<p>Desmond trod on air as he left the house. Clive's impulsiveness +had never before seemed to him such an admirable quality.</p> +<p>As he went into the street he became aware, from the excited +state of the crowd, that something had happened. Meeting a Sepoy he +inquired, and learned that Sirajuddaula had just been brought into +the city. The luckless Nawab had arrived in his boat close to +Rajmahal, and with the recklessness that characterized him, he had +gone ashore while his servants prepared a meal. Though disguised in +mean clothes he had been recognized by a fakir, who happened to be +at the very spot where he landed. The man had a grudge against him; +his ears and nose had been cut off some time before at the Nawab's +order. Hastening into Rajmahal he had informed the governor, who +sent a guard at once to seize the unhappy prince and bring him to +Murshidabad.</p> +<p>Before the next morning dawned Sirajuddaula was dead. Mir Jafar +handed him to his son Miran with strict orders to guard him. Acting +on a mocking suggestion of Miran, a courtier named Muhammad Beg +took a band of armed men to the Nawab's room, and hacked him to +death. Next morning his mutilated body was borne on an elephant's +back through the streets, and it was known to his former subjects +that the prince who had ruled them so evilly was no more. Such was +the piteous end, in his twenty-sixth year, of Sirajuddaula.</p> +<p>Immediately on arriving in Murshidabad, Desmond had sent a kasid +to Calcutta to inform Mr. Merriman that his wife and daughter had +been found and were safe. The merchant set off at once on horseback +and arrived in the midst of preparations for the return of the army +to Calcutta. Desmond was present at his meeting with the ladies; +the scene brought a lump into his throat; and his embarrassment was +complete when one and all overwhelmed him with praise and +thanks.</p> +<p>A few days later a long procession of three hundred boats, laden +with the money, plate and jewels that had been handed over to the +British, set off with colors flying, amid strains of martial music, +down the river to Calcutta. Every man who had taken part in the +expedition had a share of the vast treasure. Desmond found himself +richer by three thousand pounds.</p> +<p>Calcutta was en fete when the expedition returned. Desmond was +surprised to see how much had already been done to repair the ruin +wrought by the Nawab. A new city was rising from the ruins. +Congratulations were poured on the victors; and though now, as +always, Clive had to contend with the jealousies of lesser men, +there was none but had to admit that he was a great man who +deserved well of his country.</p> +<p>Mr. Merriman at once completed the winding up of his business, +begun months before. His recent troubles had much aged him; India +was to him now a hateful country, and he decided to return to +England immediately with his wife and daughter. He tried to +persuade Desmond to accompany him, but in vain.</p> +<p>"'Tis very good of you, sir," said Desmond warmly; "you have +done so much for me. But Mr. Clive has made me a captain: his work +is not yet done; and I do not feel that I can leave him until I +have done something to justify his confidence in me."</p> +<p>"Well, boys will be boys. I have made a fortune here: I suppose +you want to do the same. 'Tis natural. But don't stay in India as +long as I have. I don't want to lose sight of you. You have done me +the best service man ever did: you have avenged my brother and +restored to me all that I held dearest in the world. I love you as +a son, Desmond; I wish you were my son, indeed, my boy."</p> +<p>Desmond looked a little uncomfortable.</p> +<p>"May I venture--" he began hesitatingly; "do you think, in some +years' time, if I get on here, I might--"</p> +<p>"Well?"</p> +<p>"Do you think I might--in short, that I might have a chance of +becoming your son, sir?"</p> +<p>"Eh? Is that it? Mr. Warren Hastings asked me the same question +the other day, Desmond. You can't both have her, you know. What +does Phyllis say?"</p> +<p>"I--I haven't asked her, sir."</p> +<p>"Quite right. You're only a boy. Well, Hastings is to remain as +assistant to Mr. Scrafton, our new agent at Murshidabad. You remain +as assistant--or is it rival, eh--to Mr. Clive. You're both out of +the way. Phyllis may prefer Bulger."</p> +<p>"Bulger?"</p> +<p>"Yes. Didn't you know? Phyllis has taken a fancy to him; that +hook of his appears to be a most fascinating feature; and he will +accompany us home."</p> +<p>Desmond laughed a little awkwardly.</p> +<p>"I hope--" he began.</p> +<p>"He won't hook her? But there, I mustn't make sport of such a +serious matter. Go on as you have begun, my dear lad, and I promise +you, when you come home, that if Phyllis hasn't found someone +already to her liking, you shall have all the influence I can exert +with the minx."</p> +<p>"Thank you, sir: I couldn't ask for more. There's another thing: +do you think you could do anything for Mr. Toley? He's a capital +fellow."</p> +<p>"I know it. I have anticipated you. Toley is appointed captain +of the Jane, an Indiaman that arrived the other day; her captain +died of scurvy on the way out. She'll sail for England next week; +we go with her; and so does that villain Barker, who'll get his +deserts when he reaches London. The Good Intent is broken up; her +interloping is over for good and all.</p> +<p>"But come, my boy, sure 'tis time we dressed: Admiral Watson +likes punctuality, and I promise you he'll give us a capital +dinner. A word in your ear: Phyllis is to sit between you and +Hastings. You can't eat him, at any rate."</p> +<p>A week later Desmond went down to the Company's ghat to see the +Jane sail. Mr. Toley in his brand new uniform looked more +melancholy than ever, and Phyllis Merriman made a little grimace +when she saw for the first time the captain under whose charge she +was to sail for home.</p> +<p>"Don't be alarmed," said Desmond, laughing. "The sadder he +looks, I believe the happier he is. Silas Toley is a fine seaman +and a true gentleman.--</p> +<p>"I wonder if we shall ever meet again, Miss Merriman?"</p> +<p>"I wonder, Mr. Burke."</p> +<p>"I shall hear about you, I hope."</p> +<p>"Dear me; it is very unlikely. Father hates putting pen to +paper. 'Tis far more likely I shall hear of you, Mr. Burke, doing +terrible things among these poor Indians--and tigers: I am sure you +must want to shoot a tiger."</p> +<p>"You shall have my first skin--if I may send it."</p> +<p>"Mamma will be charmed, I am sure; though indeed she may have +too many of them, for we have the same promise from--let me +see--Mr. Lushington, and Mr. Picard, and Mr. Hastings, and--"</p> +<p>"All aboard!" sang out a voice from the deck of the vessel.</p> +<p>Phyllis gave Desmond her hand, and looked at last into his eyes. +What he read in hers filled him with contentment. She ran across +the plank and joined her father and mother, to whom Desmond had +already said his adieux. At the last moment Bulger came up puffing, +a miscellaneous collection of curiosities dangling from his +hook.</p> +<p>"Goodby, sir," he said, giving Desmond a hearty grip. Then he +shut one eye and jerked his head in the direction of the vessel. +"Never you fear, sir: I'll keep my weather eye open. Missy have +taken an uncommon fancy to this here little fishhook o' mine, and +'tis my belief I'll keep her hanging on to it, sir, nevertheless +and notwithstandin' and all that, till you comes home covered with +gore and glory. I may be wrong."</p> +<p>He tumbled on deck. Then amid cheers, with flags flying and +handkerchiefs waving, the good ship moved from the ghat into the +swelling river.</p> +<h2><a name="Ch32" id="Ch32">Chapter 32</a>: In which the curtain +falls to the sound of wedding bells: and our hero comes to his +own.</h2> +<p>It was a mellow day in October 1760, a little more than six +years since the day when Market Drayton gave rein to its enthusiasm +in honor of Clive. From a flagstaff newly erected on the roof of +the Four Alls on the Newport Road, a square of bunting flapped in +the breeze. Inside the inn the innkeeper was drawing a pint of ale +for his one solitary customer, a shambling countryman with a shock +of very red hair, and eyes of innocent blue.</p> +<p>"There, that makes a quart, Tummus Biles, and 'tis as much as +your turnip head can safely carry."</p> +<p>He passed the can across the bar on a hook that projected from a +wooden socket in his sleeve.</p> +<p>"Why, now, Mr. Bulger," said Tummus, the tranter, "what fur do +you go fur to miscall me like other fowk? I've been miscalled ever +since that day I drove a stranger into Market Drayton six year ago. +I mind me he had a red feather in his cap, and not knowing my name +was plain Tummus, he called me Jehu, he did, and I never forgot it. +Ay, and I tell ya what, Mr. Bulger: it took me two year to find out +why he give me such an uncommon name. I mind I was sittin' by a +hayrick of Mr. Burke's--that was long afore he was lamed by that +terrible horse o' his--and ponderin' on that heathen name, when all +at once it comed to me like a flash o' lightnin'.</p> +<p>"'Jehu!' says I to myself. 'I've got ya at last.' Ya see, when +that stranger saw me, I were drivin' a horse. Well, I says to my +horse, 'Gee-ho!' says I. Not knowing my true chrisom name, the +stranger takes up my words an' fits 'em to me. 'Gee-ho!' says I; +'Gee-ho!' says he; only bein' a kind o' furriner he turns it into +'Jehu'; an' the name fits me uncommon. Hee hee!"</p> +<p>"I may be wrong," said Bulger, "but 'tis my belief 'Hee haw!' +would fit you a big sight better. But hark! en't them the bells +a-ringin'?"</p> +<p>The two hastened to the door, and stood looking down the road +toward Market Drayton. From the distance came the faint sounds of a +merry peal. By and by a four-horsed open carriage with outriders +appeared on the crest of the hill. Amid the dust it raised another +could be seen, and behind this a long line of vehicles. Every +coachman's whip was decorated with a wedding favor. The cavalcade +approached rapidly. As the first carriage drew nearer Bulger became +more and more excited, and when it dashed past the inn he raised +his hook and shouted "Hurray! hurray!" with the full force of his +lungs.</p> +<p>"Give 'em a cheer, Tummus," he cried. "Hee haw will do if you +knows no better. Hurray for Major Desmond Burke and his madam--the +purtiest gal I ever did see, east or west. Hurray for her father +and mother: there they are, with old squire an' the major's mother. +And there's Mr. Clive, all alone by himself 'cos his leg's stiff +wi' rheumatics; but he would come to see the deed done, which I may +be wrong, but the new King George'll make him a live lord afore +he's much older.</p> +<p>"Open your mouth, Tummus, an' if you hee haw loud enough, I'll +draw you another pint for nothing."</p> +<p>Desmond, now a major, had returned home in company with Clive. +During the three years that had passed since he witnessed the +sailing of the Jane he had seen much service. He had been with +Colonel Forde when that fine soldier expelled the French from the +northern Sirkars. He was with the same officer when he thrashed the +Dutch at Biderra. He had been in close touch with Clive when these +successful operations were planned, and the nearer he saw him, the +more he admired the great man's courage in taking risks, +promptitude in dealing with sudden emergencies, sagacity in seeing +to the heart of a difficult situation. Thus, during those three +years, he gained much knowledge of the science of war, and much +experience in dealing with men. He became rich also, not by +questionable means, but by reaping the legitimate rewards of good +and faithful service.</p> +<p>Before leaving India, Desmond learned of changes that had +happened at home. His brother had been thrown by a young and +mettlesome horse, and so badly trampled that he must remain a +helpless invalid for the rest of his life. Sir Willoughby Stokes, +even before he heard of the death of his nephew Peloti, had made +Desmond his heir. Mr. Merriman had bought an estate near his +father's old friend, and settled down to the life of a country +gentleman. A year after his return, Job Grinsell, the landlord of +the Four Alls, had been sentenced to a long term of imprisonment +for poaching, and Mr. Merriman had no difficulty in persuading Sir +Philip Chetwode to let his inn to Bulger.</p> +<p>After an interview with Mr. Merriman, Desmond found the courage +to put to Phyllis the question which he had not ventured to ask +before she left India. What the answer was may be inferred from the +fact that Sir Willoughby insisted on the wedding taking place at +once. It was time for the return of his old enemy the gout, he +said; he was going to Buxton to end his days, and wished to see the +Hall in the hands of his heir before he left.</p> +<p>Mr. Burslem, Desmond's old schoolmaster, performed the ceremony, +and Clive, though suffering from rheumatism, came down for the +occasion. The only familiar form that Desmond missed was that of +old Dickon, who had died a few months after Desmond's departure +from home.</p> +<p>Desmond settled down for a time at the Hall, cheering his +mother's declining years, repaying good for ill to his invalid +brother, and winning golden opinions from all his neighbors high +and low. He eagerly watched the further career of his old hero, now +Lord Clive; learned to admire him as statesman as well as soldier; +sympathized with him through all the attacks made upon him; and +mourned him sincerely when, in 1774, the great man, preyed upon by +an insidious disease, died by his own hand.</p> +<p>Five years later he felt the East calling, bought a commission, +and sailed with General Sir Eyre Coote, to take part in the +"frantic military exploits," as some one called them, of Warren +Hastings against Haidar Ali and Tippu in Mysore. He came home a +colonel, and was made a baronet for his services in the war. +Finally retiring from public life, he lived for thirty years longer +on his estate, happy in the careers of his two sons, who became +soldiers like himself. He died, an old man, in the year after +Waterloo, at which his eldest grandson, a lieutenant in the guards, +behaved with a gallantry that attracted the notice of the Iron +Duke.</p> +<p>Visitors to Sir Desmond Burke's house were amused and interested +to see a battered wooden stump with an iron hook hanging in a +conspicuous place in the hall amid tigers' heads, Indian weapons, +and other trophies from the East.</p> +<p>"That?" Sir Desmond would say, in answer to their question. +"That belonged to one of the best friends I ever had, a fine old +salt named William Bulger. I met him when I was sixteen, and buried +him when I was forty: and my wife and I have felt ever since a +blank in our lives. If you can put up with an old man's stories, +I'll tell you something of what Bulger and I went through together, +when I was a youngster with Clive in India."</p> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK IN CLIVE'S COMMAND***</p> +<p>******* This file should be named 16382-h.txt or 16382-h.zip *******</p> +<p>This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:<br /> +<a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/6/3/8/16382">https://www.gutenberg.org/1/6/3/8/16382</a></p> +<p>Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed.</p> + +<p>Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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