The fates were, indeed, inexorable in their spite. Of all things
unlucky for the changing stream to claim, a corpse seeking union with
Mother Ganges was the worst; and of all corpses, this--the cursed one,
which had held two lives and could send one back to haunt men--was the
worst.
He must get rid of it somehow, if he could.
Fastening the rope, so strangely out of keeping, all hung as it was
with gay colours, to the iron ring which showed about the ankles, he
proceeded to tow the body back along the basin, past the first gates,
and so to the river itself. Thus far was simple. But how was he to get
it afloat on a current strong enough to sweep it beyond danger of its
returning to tap at the gates once more?
The dawn was hastening with great leaps of light that shot in broad
bars from the darkest spot in all the dark horizon; the spot which
would soon be the brightest, ablaze with the sun himself. Already the
broad shield of the river was changing its heraldry--the sable was
turning to steel, sign that the world would side with the light.
What was to be done?
He looked over the wide waste of sand and water, with a perplexity
which vanished suddenly in a smile, as he caught sight of a round
shadow like a man's head dipping and dancing on the surface. He walked
on to the last dry spot of land and shouted--
"Ai! fisherman! Ai! Gu-gu! Am-ma! anybody! Come and earn a gold
_mohur!_"
It was Am-ma. Luckily, perhaps, since the idea of even towing a dead
body such as this might have been too much for semi-civilized Gu-gu.
Am-ma, however, had not ever borrowed his neighbours' superstitions. In
fact, ever since he, the Miss-_sahiba_ and the _Dee-puk-râg_ had bested
the devil between them, he had felt himself to be invulnerable. So, he
assured Dr. Dillon affably, were the _Huzoors_; therefore he obeyed
them. Consequently, less than five minutes after the call, with a vague
wonder as to what sixteen rupees would feel like, all at once, in a
man's palm, he was heading hard to the nearest stream capable of
carrying the thing he had in tow back to the path of purification. This
happened to be towards Eshwara, and beyond a sandy point set with
tamarisks which jutted out above the canal head. There was, of course,
a certain stream against him, and to save himself exertion and finish
the job--as he had agreed to do--before dawn, he swam for the most part
under water, only coming up, after his habit, for air.
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