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Chunda Sahib determined to lose not a moment in recovering Arcot, knowing that its recapture would at once cool the ardour of the new native allies of the English; and that, with its capture, the last hope of the besieged in Trichinopoli would be at an end.
"Sometimes I wondered if such men lived; yet I suppose a woman always has in her mind a vague conception that such an one might be. But always that, that is like a dream, is broken one wakes." Prosaically taking the matter in hand Barlow said, "You would wish to go back to your people at Chunda is it not so?" The girl's eyes flashed to his face, and her brows wrinkled as if from pain.
The white sand plain surrounding Chunda was dotted with the tents of the Mahratta force Sirdar Baptiste commanded. And the Sirdar, his soul athirst for a go at the English, whom he hated with the same rabid ferocity that possessed the soul of Nana Sahib, was busy. From Pondicherry he had inveigled French gunners; and from Goa, Portuguese. Also these renegade whites were skilled in drill.
The breath whistled through his nostrils. Chunda Lal, knife upraised, endeavored to strike; but his arm seemed to have become incapable of movement and to be held, helpless, aloft. Staring at the rigid figure before him, he began to pant like a man engaged in a wrestle for life.
I shook my head despairingly. "'Oh, yes, Chunda Das, you will devise some way, protested the barber, reading the hopelessness in my mind. 'You have a fleet horse, and can ride after Sheikh Ahmed, find him, and call him back again. Or, if he be really dead, you can bring word of how his end came. "'Will there be time for all this? I asked dubiously. "'We must make time, he answered.
Yes this door is unlocked." He threw the keys on the table. "I respect your promise ... and Chunda Lal guards the outer exits." He opened the further door, by which he had entered, and went out. Miska, through the fingers of her shielding hands, watched him go. When he had disappeared she sprang up, clenching her teeth, and her face was contorted with anguish.
Lowering his head as he came through, Chunda Lal descended. He wore European clothes and a white turban. Save for his ardent eyes and the handsome fanatical face of the man, he might have passed for a lascar. He turned and half closed the door. The woman shrank from him, but extending a lean brown hand he gripped her arm. His eyes glittered feverishly. "So!" he said, "we are all leaving England?
"I do not know," muttered the woman, keeping her head lowered and moving in the direction of the steps. But Chunda Lal intercepted her. "Stop!" he said "not yet are you going. There is something I have to speak to you." "Ssh!" she whispered, half turning and pointing up toward the door. "Those!" said the Hindu contemptuously "the poor slaves of the black smoke!
Trichinopoly was relieved; Chunda Sahib was captured by the Mahrattas and put to death; Covelong and Chingkeput, two of the most important French forts, were captured by Clive with an army as unpromising as Falstaff's ragged regiment. At this point, and on the full tide of victory, Clive's health broke down, and he was compelled to return to England for change of climate.
"'Nay, he said reproachfully, reading my unacknowledged and almost unformed thought, 'but not at our hands, Chunda Das. "'Then how do you know that he is dead? I questioned, already ashamed that a doubt could have crossed my mind as to my friends being art and part in such a dastardly deed. 'What makes you think so? "'I do not think; I know, he said decisively. 'And I will tell you why.
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