Part 47 (1/2)
Therefore, as soon as the enemy had stopped firing he shouted:
”Whose soldiers are you?”
”The Rajah of Bhurtpoor's,” was shouted back.
”We will surrender, if you will swear to take us to Bhurtpoor and hand us over to the rajah. If you will not do so, we will defend ourselves to the last.”
A native officer stood up.
”a.s.suredly we will take you to the rajah. I swear it on my faith.”
”Very well then, send a man to guide us out of this place.”
An order was given. One of the men went back and mounted his horse, and rode along by the edge of the mora.s.s for nearly half a mile. The others, more slowly, followed him.
”It is clear that this place in front of us is absolutely impa.s.sable,” Harry said, ”or they would never all move away.”
”It is lucky that you have not got your favourite horse today, sir,” Abdool said--for Harry had bought, from one of the cavalry, a horse that had been captured from the Mahrattas, as one was insufficient for the work he had to do.
”I should be very glad, indeed, Abdool, if I thought that I was likely to return to camp soon. But in such peril as this, it is but a small satisfaction to know that he is safe.”
”What do you think of our chances, sahib?”
”I don't think the Rajah of Bhurtpoor will harm us. He must feel that his situation is almost desperate, and it would put him beyond the reach of pardon, if he were to ma.s.sacre his prisoners.”
The Jat had now dismounted, and could be seen making his way towards them on foot; sometimes coming straight, but more often making long bends and turns. It was evident, by the absence of any hesitation in his movements, that he was well acquainted with the mora.s.s.
”If that is the only way to us,” Harry said, ”it is marvellous, indeed, that we made our way so far.”
”I think, sahib, that it was the instinct of the horses. I felt mine pull at the rein, as I was leading him, sometimes to the right and sometimes to the left; and I always let him have his way, knowing that horses can see and smell better than we can and, as we were all in single file, you followed without noticing the turns.”
In ten minutes the man arrived. He spoke to Harry, but his language differed widely from either Mahratti or that spoken by the people of Bengal. However, he signed to the troopers to lay down their arms and, when they had done so, started to rejoin the others; and, leading the horses, the party followed. The path was fairly firm, and Harry had no doubt that it was used by fowlers, in search of the game with which, at certain seasons of the year, the lakes and mora.s.ses abounded.
When they arrived at the edge of the swamp, where the others were awaiting them, Harry handed his sword to their leader. He and his party then mounted and, surrounded by the Jats, rode to Bhurtpoor. Their entrance was greeted with loud shouts and acclamations by the populace. Making their way straight through the town, which covered a large extent of ground, they reached the palace, a n.o.ble building built upon a rock that rose abruptly from the plain. Ascending the steep path leading to the gate, the party entered the courtyard. Here the captives remained in charge of the hors.e.m.e.n, while the leader went in to report to the rajah.
Presently he came out, with four of the rajah's guard, and these led Harry and Abdool into the audience chamber. The rajah, with a number of personal attendants, entered and took his seat.
”You are an officer in the English army. What is your rank?” the rajah said in Mahratti.
”I am a major.”
”Of what regiment?”
”I am on the personal staff of the general.”
”And this man?”
”He is a native officer, at present commanding a portion of the general's escort.”
”How was it that you were alone, last night?”