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Updated: May 10, 2025
Boardman awoke, to find that the little lamp which they always kept burning was not alight, and suspecting that something was wrong he jumped out of bed and lit it again. The dacoits had entered, and stolen everything they could possibly carry off. Looking-glasses, watches, knives, forks, spoons, and keys had all disappeared.
And after this, for a time, this part of the Dacca district enjoyed peace from dacoits. All for Nothing A young and very high-caste Bengali lady was married to the son of a rich man who lived near Hooghly, a small town within a short distance of Calcutta. Some years passed, but there was no sign of a son and heir. The parents-in-law were fond of the girl.
"It was evident that a vigorous effort was being made to surround and capture the Dacoits, since troops had been brought up from Bombay. In addition to the troops above and below, there would probably be a strong police force, acting on the face of the hill.
"Come, brothers, we touch nothing where Mother Kali is worshipped." With hasty and reverent steps they descended the stairs and left the house. Long after the dacoits had gone the girl stood there. Then the strain snapped and she relapsed to her normal self. Fear swept over her and she rushed out of the house. But her trembling limbs could not carry her far.
He said that he was aware that complaints had been made, to princes all over India, of numbers of persons being missing; and that it was certain that these murders were not the work of ordinary dacoits, but of some secret association; and that even powerful princes were afraid to take any steps against it, as one or two, who had made efforts to investigate the affair, had been found strangled in their beds.
In the centre of the platform was a shrine. Jack glanced quickly round. "This won't do," he said, "not enough cover here, supposing the dacoits attack us. What's that place?" He pointed to a new, strongly-built house of stone a short distance from the pagoda. Me Dain looked at it in surprise. "It has been built since I was here last," he cried. "Looks just the thing for us," said Jack.
The actual flight and an idea that he might have been treacherous hurt severely at the time, but as soon as the big steamer was well out into the blue, things were easier, and Georgina's face, and the queer little stockaded house, and the memory of the rushes of shouting dacoits by night, the cry and struggle of the first man that he had ever killed with his own hand, and a hundred other more intimate things, faded and faded out of Georgie Porgie's heart, and the vision of approaching England took its place.
"Your servant thanks you for his life." Crack! There was a dull roar as of someone firing a very heavy duck-gun from the forest, and a ball whistled by their heads. "A jingal!" cried Buck. "We've got to hustle round and find shelter. The dacoits are on us." "The pagoda, sahibs," cried Me Dain. "It is the only place of stone in the village. Let us hasten there."
As swiftly as they could press finger on trigger, the three comrades emptied their magazines completely into the fringe of forest three hundred yards away. This storm of tiny, whirling slips of lead struck among the dacoits at point blank range, and, by the screams and yells of the banditti, did much execution.
He thought he saw a blue kilt disappearing among the trees, but he did not stay to intercept it. He shot up to the edge of the stream, and saw a horrible space of blank water between bank and bank. The bridge was swinging slowly towards the other side. Held fast there, the current was thrusting the slight structure across the stream. The dacoits had succeeded in their plan.
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