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
"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?"
"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."
"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. There’s one thing I want to ask you before you go. Have you
heard anything of my friend Merriman’s ladies?"
"Yes, sir: and, as I suspected, Diggle is at the bottom of their
disappearance."
He related the series of incidents up the river.
"Dressed like a native, was he? And looked like a risaldar?[#] 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."
[#] Officer commanding a troop of horse.
"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."
"God grant it, my lad."
CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SEVENTH
*In which an officer of the Nawab disappears; and Bulger reappears.*
"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."
"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."
Desmond looked a little anxious. The success of his project for
preventing the fouling of the passage at Tanna Fort was more than eyer
doubtful. The petala was moored opposite the Crane ghat at Calcutta,
taking in a cargo of jawar[#] for Chandernagore. The work of loading
had been protracted to the utmost by the serang; for Desmond did not
wish to leave the neighbourhood of Calcutta at the present juncture,
when everything turned upon their being on the spot at the critical
moment.
[#] Millet.
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