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. "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. 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 had 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?" "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." Major Killpatrick laughed. "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. Now you’re strong again, eh? Got rid of that touch of fever?" "Yes, sir; I’m as well as ever." "And want to be doing something, I’ll be bound. Well, ’twill need some thinking, what you’re 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 daresay that rascal knows how many hairs I have on my bald crown under my wig--if that’s any interest to him. 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."