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Bungalow Of One Of His Brother Officers, And In about A Fortnight, When
The Hubbub Caused By This Event Had Subsided, And The Vigilance Of The
Money Lenders Withdrawn, They Being Completely Outwitted, He Quietly
Stepped On Board The English Mail.
"A Few Months After Reaching England, He Obtained Some Cash From His
Governor, And Through The Agency Of A Friend Who Offered His Creditors
An Amount Equal To What Esdale Had Received With An Interest Of Seven
Per Cent Added. This They Had At First Rejected, But Seeing No Hope Of
Any Other Settlement, At Last Concluded To Accept And Delivered Up The
I.O.U.'S They Had Against Esdale. Imagine The Surprise And Vexation Of
These People Some Two Years After On Seeing The Identical Harry Esdale,
Who Many Believed They Had Seen Buried, Coolly Smoking His Cheroot In
The Mess Verandah, Or Basking In Smiles Of The Fair Ones As They
Cantered Gaily Across The Midan After The Heat Of The Day Had Passed."
Horace Would, Doubtless, Have Added Other Words Of Warning And Advice,
But Arthur Was Summoned To Attend The Madame Sahib, Either In Her
Drawing Room Or In The Spacious Verandah, Where She Entertained Her
Friends. And For Nearly A Month Did He Enjoy This Kind Of Life, Until He
Began To Believe That India Was Not The Infernal Hole That It Had Been
Represented To Him By Snaffle Of The Lancers (Who, By The Way, Had Never
Been There); And In His Letters To Edith He Gave A Glowing Account Of
The City Of Palaces And The Fascinating Mrs. Barton.
But It Must Not Be Supposed That These Matters Dwelt Long In arthur'S
Mind, For A More Engrossing Subject Was Ever Before Him, And That Was
The Profession He Was Now Entering Upon, And The Probabilities Of His
Attaining A Position In The Service Equal To That Held By His Father,
And He Started To Join His Regiment With A Determination To Accomplish
This Desirable End, Or Perish In The Attempt.
The District Through Which He Had To Pass In Order To Reach Head
Quarters Was A Wild One. There Were Also Several Bheel Villages Along
The Route, Nor Was There Any Scarcity Of Wild Beasts In That Region, But
To Arthur This Was Not At All Alarming. He Had Read Of Adventures And
Difficulties That Had Been Met With By Officers Of The India Army While
Travelling From One Station To Another, Besides He Had A Strong Desire
To Engage In The Exciting Sport Of Tiger Hunting, Boar Spearing, Etc.,
Within The Indian Jungles.
On Quitting Calcutta, His Good Friends Gave Him A _Carte Blanche_ To
Visit Them Whenever Duty Or Pleasure Should Bring Him Into Their
Neighborhood.
Fortunately For Him A Small Party Of Sepoys Escorting Treasure To A
Station Not Far Distant From The One In Which His Regiment Was
Quartered, Were To Start From Calcutta The Same Morning. This Party He
Was Directed To Take Charge Of As Far On The Road As He Was Going. Nor
Was His Journey Without An Adventure As The Following Incident Will
Show:
Within The Deep Shadow Of A Grove Of Stately Tamarind Trees That Grew
On The Roadside, And Distant About Half A Mile From A Large And Populous
Bheel Village The Tent Of Our Young Traveller Had Been Pitched.
It Was A Lovely Night, Corinnua In Her Glory Diffused Her Soft Silvery
Light Far And Near Rendering The Shades Of The Jungle Still More Deep By
Contrast. All Was Hushed In Silence; The Busy Hum In The Village Had
Ceased And No Sound Broke On The Silent Night, Except The Occasional
Bark Of The Parrier Dog, Or The Cry Of The Lurking Jackall And The
Measured Tread Of The Native Sentinel, As He Paced To And Fro In Front
Of The Door Of The Tent. The Remainder Of The Small Guard Were Soundly
Sleeping In a Little Routie Tent On The Opposite Side Of The Road.
Arthur Had Been Out Shooting The Latter Part Of The Afternoon And
Evening, And Had, As Usual, Taken From The Village Several Natives As
Guides And Beaters. On His Return He Had Called Them To The Door Of His
Tent, Opened One Of His Trunks, And Out Of A Bag, Containing Two Or
Three Hundred Rupees, Paid Them Liberally For Their Trouble; One Of The
Party He Noticed Appeared To Eye The Bag With A Greedy, Covetous Eye,
But He Said Nothing, And The Party Left, Seeming Well Satisfied With
What They Had Received. After Indulging In a Bath He Was Ready For The
Evening Meal, Which Consisted Of Chicken, Curry Or Broiled Partridge
With Several Etceteras, Which He Washed Down With A Bottle Of Allsopps'
Pale Ale, And Betook Himself To His Easy Chair And Cheeroot Under The
Majestic Tamarinds, Which Were Undulating Gently In The Soft Breeze Of
The Evening.
There Was A Small Shade Lamp Burning On The Camp Table By The Side Of
The Iron Cot, On Which Arthur Had Thrown Himself, Being Somewhat Tired
Of His Ramble In The Jungle. He Had Taken Up A Volume Of The Pindaree
War, But Had Not Perused More Than A Dozen Pages When He Felt Drowsy And
Sleepy. He Had Accustomed Himself To Sleep With His Revolver Under His
Pillow, His Right Hand Grasping The Handle. Somewhere About Eleven
O'Clock He Was Lying On His Back With His Left Arm Thrown Across His
Chest, And His Hand Over His Face, Half Asleep And Half Awake, He
Fancied He Heard A Sound Similar To That Made By Sand Rats Or Rabbits
While Burrowing. The Sinister Look Of The Bheel He Had Paid In The
Evening Instantly Flashed Across His Mind. Separating His Fingers,
Sufficiently To Admit Of His Seeing Through Them, He Glanced In The
Direction From Which The Sound Proceeded, And Waited Patiently, Keeping
A Firm Grasp Of His Pistol. Presently The Sand Beneath The Wall Of The
Tent Near The Foot Of His Cot Gave Way Gradually, And A Small Aperture
Presented Itself, Which Increased By Degrees. By And By The Head And
Shoulders Of The Identical Bheel Showed Themselves Inside The Tent; His
Hawk Eye Darted A Rapid Glance All Around, But Most Especially At The
Prostrate And Apparently Sleeping Form Of Carlton He Then Drew The
Remainder Of His Body, Which Was Perfectly Naked, Through The Aperture
And Stood Erect And For A Few Seconds Remained At The Foot Of Arthur'S
Bed, And Listened To The Heavy Breathing Which He Effected; Then, With A
Gliding Motion, Moved Towards The Trunk Containing The Rupees, But Still
Keeping His Face Half Turned In The Direction Of The Bed So That He
Could Observe The Slightest Alteration, Should Any Be Made In The
Position Of Its Occupant, He Then Endeavored To Force Open The Lid With
His Creese, But Finding He Could Not Succeed In This, He Took From
Behind His Ear A Small Piece Of Wire, With Which He Attempted To Pick
The Lock, But In Order To Effect This He Had To Rest His Eye On The Key
Hole For A Second Or Two. This Was The Moment For Which Arthur Had Been
Anxiously Waiting. Instantly The Eyes Of The Bheel Were Withdrawn From
Him. He Brought His Revolver From Under His Pillow, And Passing It
Beneath The Light Coverlet, Placed The Barrel Across His Left Leg, Which
He Gently Raised, At The Same Time Removing The Cloth Clear Of The
Muzzle, Brought It In Line With The Ribs Of The Robber And Fired. The
Bullet Went Straight To The Heart, And The Ruffian Bheel Fell Dead
Without Uttering A Groan Or Sound.
"What Is The Matter," Enquired The Sentry, Stopping At The Door Of The
Tent, Which Had Been Closed To Keep Out The Night Dews.
"Nothing," Arthur Had Promptly Replied, "I Have Discharged My Pistol By
Accident, And Am Going To Reload It, That Is All. But When The Nique
Comes With The Relief Tell Him To Send The Havildar To Me, I Wish To
Speak To Him." The Sentinel Then Resumed His Walk Up And Down His Post.
Arthur Then With His Hands Quietly Enlarged The Hole By Which The Robber
Had Entered, Into Which He Pushed The Body And Covered It With The Sand
Which Had Been Thrown Up, And The Tent Resumed Its Original Appearance;
Then, After Washing His Hands And Refilling The Empty Chamber Of His
Revolver, He Dressed Himself For The March.
At Twelve O'Clock The Havildar Made His Sallam At The Tent Door. "Come
In, Havildar," Said Carlton, "I Have Changed My Mind; Instead Of
Marching At Four A.M., The Usual Hour, I Wish To Start With As Little
Delay As Possible. Go Round, Wake Up The Cart Men And Have The Cattle
Put To With As Little Noise As Practicable, Fall In The Guard, And,
When We Have Moved Off Some Distance, I Will Tell You The Reason Of This
Change In The Hour Of Marching. Let Everything Be Done As Quietly As May
Be; Also Tell The Syce To Bring My Horse Round Directly." The Havildar
Received His Orders (Native Like) Without Remark, Saluted And Went To
See Them Carried Out. When The Escort Had Got About A Mile From Where
They Had Encamped, Arthur Related What Had Taken Place In His Tent The
Night Previous. This Was A Sufficient Inducement For Them To Accelerate
Their Speed To The Utmost In Order To Get Beyond The Precincts Of The
Bheel, As They Well Knew That In The Event Of The Discovery Of The Body
The Whole Village Would Turn Out _En Masse_ To Revenge His Death, But
Having Some Four Hours Start Arthur And His Party Arrived At The
Station--Where He Was To Part From Them--Without Molestation Or Pursuit,
As Far As He Was Aware Of.
Chapter 5
This Adventure Fully Developed His Coolness And Courage When Aroused To
Immediate Action By Any Unexpected Danger. This Gained For Arthur The
Favorable Opinion Of His Brother Officers. Although He, On Joining, Made
No Mention Of The Circumstance, Until In course Of Casual Conversation
The Affair Leaked Out. Soon After Joining He Wrote To Sir Jasper
Informing Him Of His Safe Arrival, And To Edith A Long And Interesting
Account Of His Journey From Calcutta To Karricabad, In Which He
Portrayed With Faithful Accuracy His Encounter With A Bheel, And Many
Other Incidents Which He Thought Likely Would Interest Or Amuse Her. In
Describing The Scenery And General Features Of The Wild Districts He Had
To Pass Through, He Said:
"After Traversing For Miles The Hot And Dusty Plains Of Hindostan, Quite
Unexpectedly You Will Come Upon A Tope Or Grove Of Fruit Trees, Planted
In Regular Rows, With A Well Or Tank Of Spring Water, And A Place To
Bathe In built In The Centre, Where The Weary And Way-Worn Traveller
Could Bathe And Wash Away The Heat And Dust Of The Road, And Cool His
Parched Throat With A Draught Of The Pure Element, Gather As Much Of The
Rich Fruit As He May Wish, To Appease His Appetite If Hungry; Then, In
The Soft Mossy Grass, Beneath The Overhanging Branches Which Effectually
Protect Him From The Heat And Glare Of The Sun, Enjoy A Sound Sleep,
Awake Refreshed And Proceed On His Way Rejoicing. In european Countries
Where Hotels And Places Of Accomodation Are To Be Met With At Every
Turn, This May Appear Of Little Moment, But In The East Where There Are
No Such Places To Obtain Food Or Shelter From The Powerful Rays Of The
Sun, This Is An Inestimable Boon. On Enquiring How These Topes Or Groves
Came To Grow In Places So Far Distant From Any Other Cultivation, I Was
Informed That They Were Planted By Rich High Caste Natives, As A Penance
That Was Imposed Upon Them By The Brahmin Priests For Sins Of Omission
Or Commission Against Their Creed. By The Way, I Heard The Other Day A
Good Story Concerning These Said Topes. It Appears That A Certain Ensign
Of The Company'S Service, Who Had Been Furnished With His Commission And
Outfit By An Elderly Maiden Aunt Of A Serious And Pious
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