Bulger started as if shot. His broad face spelt 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. "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?" "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. 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." "By jiminy, 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?" "Yes; the owner of this finery is below with two of his men. You can hear him now." There was a violent and sustained knocking below deck. "I’ll send my man to release him. The fleet are all coming up, sir?" "Yes; the _Bridgewater_ and _Kingfisher_ are close in our wake. Come along; we’ll catch the admiral before he goes ashore." CHAPTER THE TWENTY-EIGHTH *In which Captain Barker has cause to rue the day when he met Mr. Diggle; and our hero continues to wipe off old scores.* 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 honour. Desmond caught a gleam of approval in Clive’s eyes, and later in the day, when he saw his hero alone, he felt well rewarded. "A naval lieutenant ranks higher than a lieutenant in the army--I suppose you know that, Burke?" said Clive. "Yes, sir." "And you’re only a cadet. From to-day 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." 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 rag-tag and bobtail in the rear.