India -- History -- Sepoy Rebellion, 1857-1858 -- Fiction
“That, of course,” Bathurst said quietly; “as to the ladies’ view of it,
I know that it is only the result of your good offices, Doctor.”
“Then you will come,” the Doctor said, pleased that Bathurst seemed less
depressed than he had expected.
“Certainly I will come, Doctor,” Bathurst said, rising; “the worst
is over now--everyone knows that I am a coward--that is what I have
dreaded. There is nothing else for me to be afraid of, and it is of no
use hiding myself.”
“We look quite at home here, Mr. Bathurst, don’t we?” Mrs. Doolan said
cheerfully, as he passed her; “and I think we all feel a great deal more
comfortable than we did when you gave us your warning last night; the
anticipation is always worse than the reality.”
“Not always, I think, Mrs. Doolan,” he said quietly; “but you have
certainly made yourselves wonderfully at home, though your sewing is of
a more practical kind than that upon which you are ordinarily engaged.”
Then he passed on with the Doctor to the other end of the room. The
Major nodded as he came up.
“All right again now, Bathurst, I hope? We want your opinion, for you
know, I think, more of the Zemindars in this part of the country than
any of us. Of course, the question is, will they take part against us?”
“I am afraid they will, Major. I had hoped otherwise; but if it be
true that the Nana has gone--and as the other part of the message was
correct, I have no doubt this is so also--I am afraid they will be
carried away with the stream.”
“And you think they have guns?”
“I have not the least doubt of it; the number given up was a mere
fraction of those they were said to have possessed.”
“I had hoped the troops would have marched away after the lesson we gave
them this morning, but, so far as we can make out, there is no sign of
movement in their lines. However, they may start at daybreak tomorrow.”
“I will go out to see if you like, Major,” Bathurst said quietly. “I
can get native clothes from the servants, and I speak the language well
enough to pass as a native; so if you give me permission I will go out
to the lines and learn what their intentions are.”
“It would be a very dangerous undertaking,” the Major said gravely.
“I have no fear whatever of danger of that kind, Major; my nerves are
steady enough, except when there is a noise of firearms, and then, as
you all saw this morning, I cannot control them, do what I will. Risks
of any other kind I am quite prepared to undertake, but in this matter
I think the danger is very slight, the only difficulty being to get
through the line of sentries they have no doubt posted round the house.
Once past them, I think there is practically no risk whatever of their
recognizing me when made up as a native. The Doctor has, no doubt, got
some iodine in his surgery, and a coat of that will bring me to the
right color.”
“Well, if you are ready to undertake it, I will not refuse,” the Major
said. “How would you propose to get out?”
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