In which a mutiny is quelled in a minute; and our Babu proves himself a man of war CHAPTER THE SEVENTEENTH In which our hero finds himself among friends; and Colonel Clive prepares to astonish Angria CHAPTER THE EIGHTEENTH In which Angria is astonished; and our hero begins to pay off old scores CHAPTER THE NINETEENTH In which the scene changes; the dramatis personæ remaining the same CHAPTER THE TWENTIETH In which there are recognitions and explanations; and our hero meets one Coja Solomon, of Cossimbazar CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FIRST In which Coja Solomon finds dishonesty the worse policy; and a journey down the Hugli little to his liking CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SECOND In which is given a full, true, and particular account Of the Battle of the Carts CHAPTER THE TWENTY-THIRD In which there are many moving events; and our hero finds himself a cadet of John Company CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FOURTH In which the danger of judging by appearance is notably exemplified CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FIFTH In which our hero embarks on a hazardous mission; and Monsieur Sinfray’s khansaman makes a confession CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SIXTH In which presence of mind is shown to be next best to absence of body CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SEVENTH In which an officer of the Nawab disappears; and Bulger reappears 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 CHAPTER THE TWENTY-NINTH In which our hero does not win the Battle of Plassey; but, where all do well, gains as much glory as the rest CHAPTER THE THIRTIETH In which Coja Solomon reappears; and gives our hero valuable information CHAPTER THE THIRTY-FIRST In which friends meet, and part; and our hero hints a proposal CHAPTER THE THIRTY-SECOND In which the curtain falls, to the sound of bells; and our hero comes to his own CHAPTER THE FIRST *In which the Court Leet of Market Drayton entertains Colonel Robert Clive; and our hero makes an acquaintance.* One fine autumn evening, in the year 1754, a country cart jogged eastwards into Market Drayton at the heels of a thickset shaggy-fetlocked and broken-winded cob. The low tilt, worn and ill-fitting, swayed widely with the motion, scarcely avoiding the hats of the two men who sat side by side on the front seat, and who, to any one watching their approach, would have appeared as dark figures in a tottering archway, against a background of crimson sky.