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
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 some one else on
their track? Desmond had heard nothing of Surendra Nath or his father
since the sack of Calcutta.
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.
"We must go, khansaman," said Desmond.
The man was nothing loth. 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[#] 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.
[#] Steersman.
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 to the fort. Though in chief
command of the Nawab’s boats at that point, he was still secretly loyal
to the Company, and was anxious to serve their interests to the best of
his power. 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[#] 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.
[#] Equivalent to captain of infantry.
"Very well, Hubbo," said Desmond, "that signal must not be given."
"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.[#] When he gives the word it
will be death to disobey."
[#] Masterful.
Desmond sat for some time with his chin on his hands, thinking. Then he
asked:
"Do you know where the British fleet is at present?"
"Yes, sahib. I was in the bazar to-day; it was said that this morning
the ships were still at Fulta. The sepoys are recovering from their
privations during the voyage."
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