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Paichandah being still in his hands, he could sally out with his whole force and that of Chunda Sahib, seize Samieaveram in Clive's absence, and extend his hand to D'Auteuil, or fall upon Clive's rear.
"That does indeed appear a desperate enterprise, with such a small body as you have at your command, and these, entirely new recruits. But I recognize the importance of the enterprise. If you should succeed, it will draw off Chunda Sahib from Trichinopoli. It's a grand idea, Captain Clive, a grand idea, though I own it seems to me a desperate one."
The girl broke, she clung to Barlow convulsively; sobs choked her. He clasped her tight and laid his cheek against hers soothingly, and said, "Gulab, what is it? Don't go to the Shrine of Omkar. Come with me to your people at Chunda, and if you do not want to remain with them I will have it arranged, through the Resident, that the British will reward you with protection.
"Bend not that beautiful body so," whispered Chunda Lal, "that is straight and supple as the willow branch. O, Miska" his voice trembled emotionally and he that had been but a moment since so fierce stood abashed before her "for you I become as the meanest and the lowest; for you I die!" Miska started back from him as a muffled outcry sounded in the room beyond the half-open door.
Rolling his eyes in the direction of the eastern wall, he concealed the knife. "Chunda Lal!" Miska spoke wildly. "I am frightened! Please let me go, and tomorrow " "To-morrow!" Chunda Lal raised his eyes, which were alight with the awful light of fanaticism. "For me there may be no tomorrow! Jey Bhowani! Yah Allah!" "Oh, he may hear you!" whispered Miska pitifully. "Please go now.
"'Don't you know that I am Sheikh Ahmed? cried the stranger. "'Yes, yes, he is no other, laughed our host, the munshi. 'I avoided giving the wounded traveller's name a while ago, Chunda Das, as a fitting curb to your eagerness, and now, thanks to the Sheikh paying me a visit, you have met somewhat quicker than I expected. "For full a minute I was speechless.
She trembled and clung to him rapturously. "I live!" she whispered. "Oh! I am mad with happiness! It is Chunda Lal that gives me life for he tells me the truth. It is not with the living-death that he touches me; it is a trick, it is all a trick to bind me to him! Oh, Chunda Lal! Hurry! he is going to kill him!"
His ghastly reserve deserted him. "Jey Bhowana!" he screamed "Yah Allah!" Chunda Lal, uttering a loud groan, stabbed himself and fell backward into the opening. Ensued a monstrous crash of broken glass. As he fell, Fo-Hi leapt to the brink of the trap, glaring down madly into the cellar below. His yellow fingers opened and closed spasmodically. "Lie there," he shrieked "my 'faithful' servant!
He smothered it, shoving it back into a niche of his mind, thinking he had locked it up had turned a key in the door of the closet to hide the skeleton. He temporised, saying; "Well, we'll see, Gulab; perhaps at Mandhatta I could wait while you made an offering and a prayer to Omkar, and then you could journey on to Chunda." To himself he muttered in English: "By God!
"But admit no more of them to come in, these strangers." "Tchee, tchee! Velly ploper. Sometime big feller come in if Pidgin palaber or not. Pidgin never lude to big feller." "Your life may depend on it," said Chunda Lal impressively. "How many are here?" Ah-Fang-Fu turned at last from his cards, pointing in three directions, and, finally, at Gaston Max. "Four?" said the Hindu "how can it be?"
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