One of Clive's Heroes: A Story of the Fight for IndiaStrang, Herbert
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One of Clive's Heroes: A Story of the Fight for India
Strang, Herbert
Adventure stories; British -- India -- Juvenile fiction; India -- History -- 18th century -- Juvenile fiction
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 reconnoitred 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.
"I am going to send you on a somewhat delicate mission, Mr. Burke," he
said. "You know the ground. I want you to go quietly 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."
"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."
"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."
"The _Tremukji_ is only a few cables-lengths away, sir, and there’s a
man on board who knows the harbour. I will take him, with your
permission."
"Very well. Good luck go with you."
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.
"You are kind to me, sahib," he said. "I do not deserve it; but I will
serve you to my life’s end."
There was in the man’s tone a fervency which touched Desmond at the
time, and which he had good cause afterwards to remember.
A quarter of an hour after Desmond quitted the deck of the _Kent_, he
was put ashore at a sandy bay at the further extremity of the isthmus,
hidden from the fort by a small clump of mango trees.
"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."
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