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Updated: June 22, 2025
He had gone with Kepple, of the forestry department, into the jungle country in the hills above the Tapti. He had been very anxious to see something of that aspect of Indian life, and he had snatched at the chance Kepple had given him. But they had scarcely started before the expedition was brought to an end by an accident, Kepple was thrown by a pony and his ankle broken.
Benham rose and walked out a few paces into the moonlight and stood motionless. Was he afraid? Even now some hungry watchful monster might lurk in yonder shadows, watching with infinite still patience. Kepple had told him how they would sit still for hours staring unblinkingly as cats stare at a fire and then crouch to advance.
He had a gin bottle in his hands, and with a wink he said: "A christenin' that's what's going on. 'Ave a kepple o' pen'orth of 'ollands, old gel?" At this sally the crowd recovered its audacity and laughed, and the drunken man began to say that he could "knock spots out of any bloomin' parson, en' now bloomin' errer." But the young fellow with the gin bottle broke in again.
He and Benham bandaged it as well as they could, and a litter was sent for, and meanwhile they had to wait in the camp that was to have been the centre of their jungle raids. The second day of this waiting was worse for Kepple than the first, and he suffered much from the pressure of this amateurish bandaging.
In the evening Benham got cool water from the well and rearranged things better; the two men dined and smoked under their thatched roof beneath the big banyan, and then Kepple, tired out by his day of pain, was carried to his tent. Presently he fell asleep and Benham was left to himself. Now that the heat was over he found himself quite indisposed to sleep.
There were wild encounters. "Wot tcher, myte? Wot's yer amoosemint now?" "Silence, you evil liver, you gambler, you son of Belial!" "Stou thet now d'ye want a kepple er black eyes or a pench on the nowze?" At nine o'clock the police of Westminster, being unable to disperse the crowd, seat to Scotland Yard for the mounted constabulary.
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