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Updated: May 16, 2025
Findlayson stared up-stream, across the blaze of moving water, till his eyes ached. There was no sign of any bank to the Ganges, much less of a bridgeline. "We came down far," he said. "It was wonderful that we were not drowned a hundred times." "That was the least of the wonder, for no man dies before his time.
"Six hours before her time," said Findlayson, mopping his forehead savagely. "Now we can't depend on anything. We'd better clear all hands out of the river-bed." Again the big gong beat, and a second time there was the rushing of naked feet on earth and ringing iron; the clatter of tools ceased. In the silence, men heard the dry yawn of water crawling over thirsty sand.
Get thee to thy huts again, beloved, and make sport for the young things, for still Brahm dreams. Go, my children! Brahm dreams and till he wakes the Gods die not." "Whither went they " said the Lascar, awe-struck, shivering a little with the cold. "God knows!" said Findlayson.
The whisper rang in the box of lattice work. "Yes, and the east channel's filling now. We're utterly out of our reckoning. When is this thing down on us?" "There's no saying. She's filling as fast as she can. Look!" Findlayson pointed to the planks below his feet, where the sand, burned and defiled by months of work, was beginning to whisper and fizz. "What orders?" said Hitchcock.
"It's great luck," murmured Findlayson, but he was none the less afraid, wondering what news might be of the bridge. The gaudy blue and white funnel came down-stream swiftly. They could see Hitchcock in the bows, with a pair of opera-glasses, and his face was unusually white. Then Peroo hailed, and the launch made for the tail of the island.
He has borrowed the Rao Sahib's steam-launch, and comes to look for us. I have always said that there should have been a steam-launch on the bridge works for us. The territory of the Rao of Baraon lay within ten miles of the bridge; and Findlayson and Hitchcock had spent a fair portion of their scanty leisure in playing billiards and shooting blackbuck with the young man.
We'll give the gang fifteen minutes more to eat their grub." Close to the verandah stood a big night-gong, never used except for flood, or fire in the village. Hitchcock had called for a fresh horse, and was off to his side of the bridge when Findlayson took the cloth-bound stick and smote with the rubbing stroke that brings out the full thunder of the metal.
He has borrowed the Rao Sahib's steam launch, and comes to look for us. I have always said that there should have been a steam-launch on the bridge works for us." The territory of the Rao of Baraon lay within ten miles of the bridge; and Findlayson and Hitchcock had spent a fair portion of their scanty leisure in playing billiards and shooting black-buck with the young man.
If she were even a dinghy with oars we could have ridden it out; but a box with holes is no good. Finlinson Sahib, she fills." "Accha! I am going away. Come thou also." In his mind, Findlayson had already escaped from the boat, and was circling high in air to find a rest for the sole of his foot.
At sea, on the Black Water, we have room to be blown up and down without care. Here we have no room at all. Look you, we have put the river into a dock, and run her between stone sills." Findlayson smiled at the "we." "We have bitted and bridled her. She is not like the sea, that can beat against a soft beach. She is Mother Gunga in irons." His voice fell a little.
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