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All work guaran- l first-clans“. EXCURSIONS the Gamfraxn St. 31-0136 D. McGRATH TO CHAPTER VII. To Lucknow The tragedy of Massacre Ghat, in censified b7: the crowning infamy of the Well, brought a new element into the struggle. Hitherto not one Euro- pean in a hundred in India regarded the Mutiny as other than a local, though serious, attempt to revive a fallen dynasty. The excesses at Mee- rut, Delhi, and other towns were look- ed upon as the work of unbridled mobs. Sepoys who revolted and shot their officers came under a different category to the slayers of tender W0- men and children. But the planned and ordered treachery of Cawnpore changed all that. Thenceforth every British-born man in the country not only realized that the government had been forced into a. Titanic contest, but he was also swayed by a personal and absorbing lust for vengeance. Offi- cers and men, regulars and volunteers alike, took the field with the fixed intent of exacting an expiatory life for each hair on the head of those unhappy victims. And they kept the vow they made. To this day, though half a century has passed, the fertile plain of the Doabâ€"that great tract be- tween the Ganges and the Jumnaâ€"is dotted with the ruins of gutted towns and depopulated villages. But that was not yet. India was fated to be almost lost before it was won again. “Wheeler has no great force at his disposal,” said he to Malcolm. “It is evident that the native regiments have just brokon out here, but, by this time, our people in the canton- ment must have heard of events else- where, and they have surely seized the Magazine, which is well fortified and stands on the river. If I can be- lieve a word that the Nana said, the sepoys will rush off to Delhi to-night, just as they did at Meerut, Aligarh, and Etawah. I am convinced that our best plan is to hug the right bank and disembark near the Magazine." “Is it far?” asked Malcolm. “About eight miles.” “I wonder why the Begum was so insistent that we should go back along the Grand Trunk Road?" On the night of June 4th, when the roomy budgerow carrying Winifred Mayne and her escort drifted away from the walls of the Nana’s palace at Bithoor, there was.not a breath of wind on the river. The mat sail was useless, but a four-mile-an-hour cur- rent carried the unwieldy craft slow- ly down stream, and there was not the slightest doubt in the minds of either of the Englishmen on board as to their course of action. Mr. Mayne was acquainted with Cawnpore and Sir Hugh Wheeler was an old friend of his. His brief recital of the night’s ad- ventures was followed by the story of the others’ journey and detention at Bithoor. It may be thought that Mr. Mayne, with his long experience of India, should have read more clear- ly the sinister lesson to be derived from the treatment meted out that night to a British Officer by the de- tachment of sowars, amplified, as it was, by their open reference to the Nana as a Maharajah. But he was not yet disillusioned. And, if his judgment were at fault, he erred in good company, for Sir Henry Law- rence, Chief Commissioner at Luck- now, was even then resisting the ap- peals, the almost insubordinate urg- ing, of the headstrong Martin Gub- bins that the sepoys in the capital of Oudh should be disarmed. “It is hard to account for the vagar- ies of a woman’s mind, or, shall I say, of the mind of such a woman," he answered lightly. “You will remem- ber that when you came to our assis- tance outside Meerut she was deter- mined to take us, Willy-nilly, to Del- hi.” Mayne hesitated. He knew that Winifred was listening. Malcolm, who had heard Roshl- nara’s impassioned speech and looked into her blazing eyes, thought that her motives were stronger than mere ca- price. He never dreamed of the true reason, but he feared that she knew Cawnpore had fallen and her curious- ly friendly regard for himself might have inspired her advice. Here, again, Winifred,s presence tied his tongue. Meanwhile the boat lurched on- ward. Soon a red glow in the sky pro- claimed that they were nearing Cawn- pore. Though well aware that European houses were on fire, they were confident that the Magazine would be held. They helped Akbar Khan. Chumru, and the two troopers to rig a pair of long sweeps, and pre- pared to guide the budgerow to the landing-place. Winifred was stationed at the rud- der. As it chanced the three sowars took one oar and Chumru helped the aahibs with the other, and the two sets of rowers were partly scre: ned from each other by the horses. Mal- colm was saying something to Wini- fred when the native bent near him gnd whispered: “Talk on, sahib, but listen! Your men intend to jump ashore and leave you. They have been bitten by the wolf. Don’t try to stop them. Name of Allah, let them go!” We heart throbbed under this dramatic development. He had no reason to doubt his servant’s state- ment. .The faithful mum nursed to reach Wheeler. I am supposed to be hearing despatches, but they were taken from me when I was knocked off my horse in the villageâ€"” “Were you'attacked?” asked Wini- fred, and the quiet solicitude in her voice was sweetest music in her lov- er’s ears. “Well," he said, with a cheerless laugh, “I, at any rate, must endeavor Tfif A gtcry of the inéian Mutiny opyric'bt by McLeod Allen LOUIS TRACY him through 'a' feve'r"'w1m'tne devouon of a brother, and Malcolm had reci- procated this fidelity by refusing to part with him when he, in turn, was stricken down by smallpox. In fact, Frank was the only European in Mee- rut who would employ the man, whose extraordinary appearance went against him. Cross-eyed, widemouth- ed, and broken-nosed, with a strag- ziing black beard that ill concealed the tokens on his face of the dread disease from which he had suffered, Chumru lock:d a cut-throat of the vast type, “a hungry, lean-fac’d vil- ain, a mere anatomy.” Aware of us own ill repute, he made the most. I it. {e tied his turban with an ag- ..;-ressive twist. and was wont to u-zowl so vindictively at the mess ‘:.‘.;a'z~,.satr.ah that his master, quite un- :onsciously, always secured the wing »: a chicken or the b:St cut of the Malcolmn did not attempt to ques- tion him. He glanced at the sowars, and saw that their carbines were slung across their shoulders. Chumru interpreted the look correctly. “Akhab Khan prevented those Shia dogs from shooting you and Mayne- sahib,” went on the low murmur. “They said, huzoor, that the Nana wanted the miss-sahib, and that they were fools to help you in taking her away, but Akhab Khan swore he would fight on your honor’s side if they unslung their guns. They do not know I heard them as I was sitting behind the mast and I took care to creep off when their heads were tum- ed toward the shore.” “Here we are,” cried Mayne, who little guessed What Chumru’s mumb- ling portended. “There is the ghat. If it were not for the mist we could see the Magazine just below, on the left.” “Shabash!” he cried, “Wao, wao, huzoor! May I never see the White Pond of the Probhet if that was not well planned.” Assuredly, Frank Malcolm’s human clay was being tested in the furnace that night. He had to decide instantly what line to follow. In a minute or less the boat would bump against the lowermost steps, and, if Akhab Khan and his companions were, indeed, traitors, the others on board were completely at their mercy. Mayne was unarmed, Chumru’s fighting equipment lay wholly in his aspect, while Malcolm’s revolvers were in the holsters, and his sword was tied to Nejdi's saddle, its scabbard and belt having been thrown aside while Abdul Huq was robbing him. That appeal to the faith was too powerful to be withstood. Yet Mal- colm was glad the man had been chlvalrous in his fall, for he had taken a liking to him. Chumru, of course, after the first gasp of surprise, appreciated the sa- hib’s strategy. The broad-beamed budgerow pre- sented a strangely accurate micro- cosm of India at that moment. The English people on her deck were numerically inferior to the natives, and deprived by accident of the arms that might have equalized matters. Their little army was breathing mu- tiny, but was itself divided, if Chumru were not mistaken, seeing that all were for revolt, but one held out that the Feringhis’ lives‘should be spared. And, even there, the cruel dilemma that offered itself to the ruler of every European community in the country was not to be avoided, for, if Malcolm tried to obtain his weapons his action might be the signal for a murderous attack, while, if he made no move, he left it entirely at the trOOpers’ discretion whether or not he and Mayne should be shot down with- out the power to strike a blow in self- defence. The sowars were watching him. With steady thrust of the port sweep they were heading the budgerow to- ward the ghat. his back on the deck with Frank on top of him. The simplicity of the manoeuvre insured its success. Nei- ther Mayne nor Winifred understood what had happened until Malcolm had disarmed the trooper, taken his car- tridge pouch, and thrown him over- board to sink or swim as fate might direct. He regretted the loss of Ak- hab Khan, but he recalled the queer expression on the man’s face when he read Bahadur Shah’s sonorous titles. “Light of the World, Renowned King of Kings, Lord of all India, Fuzl- Ilahi, Panah-i-din!” Luckily he had the gift of prompt decision that is nine-tenths of general- ship. Saying not a word to alarm Mayne, who was still weak from the wound received an hour earlier, he crossed the deck, halting on the way to rub Nejdi’s black muzzle. He went nearer and caught the end of the heavy oar. “Pull hard, now," he said encour- agingly, “and we will be out of the current.” He was facing the three men, and his order was a quite natural one un- der the circumstances. Obviously, he meant to help. Stretching their arms for a long and strong stroke, they laid on with a will. Instantly, he pressed the oar downwards, thus forc- ing the blade out of the water, and threw all his strength into its unex- pected yielding. Before they could so much as utter a yell, Akhab Khan and another were swept headlong into the river, while the third man lay on ,olnt. Yet this gnome-like creature was gruo to his salt at a time when he must have felt that his sahib, toge. :her with every other sahib in India, .vas doomed; his eyes now shot fiery, ;l‘ oblique, shafts of indignation as he nutterei his thrilling news. THE DURHAM CHRONICLE. “That certainly seems to offer our best chance. We have plenty of horSes and we ought to be in Lucknow soon after dawn.” “What if matters are as bad there?” “Impossible! Lawrence has a whole regiment with him, the 32nd, and plenty of guns. Poor Wheeler, at Cawnpore, commanded a depot, most- ly officials on the staff, and invalids. At any rate, Malcolm, We must have some objective. Lucknow spells hope. Neither Meerut nor Allahabad is at- tainable. And what will become of Winifred if we fail to reach some sta- tion that still holds out?” The girl herself now came to them. “I refuse to remain alone any longer,” she said. “I don’t know a quarter of what is going on. I have: tied the tiller with a rope. Please tell me what is happening and why a man shouted to Chumru from the bank.” She spoke calmly, with the pleasant- ly modulated voice of a well-bred Eng- lishwoman. If aught were wanted to enhance the contrast between the peace of the river and the devildom ning for her sisters in that ill-fated entrenchment! It was the idle whim of fortune that she was not with them. And not one was destined to liveâ€"not one among hundreds! hands shot out in The ‘hope of succor. After some spluttering a broken vole; supplicated: â€" . A _._L __ “Meroy,wsahib! I saved you when you were in my power. Show pity now to me.” “It is true, then, that you rpegnt t_o desert, Akhab sternly. ~vvâ€"â€"â€"â€"' - “Yes, sahib. One cannot fight against one's brothers, but I swear by the Prophetâ€"" “Then, sahib, I can still show my gratitude. If you would save the miss- sahib, do not land here. The Maza- zine has been taken. The cavalry have looted the Treasury. All the sahib-lcg have fallen.’ murder. Cling to that oar. is close at hand.” est?” ““May I sink back into the pit if it be not the tale we heard at Bithoofl” Bi this time Mayne was at Frank’s side. “I fear we have dropped into a hor- nets’ nest,” said he. “There is certain- ly an unusual turmoil in the bazaar, and houses are on fire in all direc- tions.” “I will spare your life on one condi- tion Akhab Khan,” he said. “Go ashore and learn what has taken place at the Magazine. Return here, alone, within five minutes. Mark you, I say ‘alone.’ If I see more than one Who comes I shall shoot.” “Huzoor, I shall not betray you." “Go, then.” He drew the man through the wa- ter until his feet touched the steps. Climbing up unsteadily, Akhab Khan disappeared in the gloom. Then they waited in silence. The heavy breath of the bazaar was pungent in their nos- trils, and, for a few seconds they lis- tened to the trooper’s retreating foot- steps. Frank leaped ashore and push- ed the boat off, while Mayne held her by jamming the leeward oar into the mud. It was best to make sure. Even while they were listening to the fitful bellowing of a distant mob bent on mad revel a crackle of musket- ry rang out, but died away as quickly. The budgerow grounded lightly when her prow ran against the stonework of the ghat. Again did Malcolm make up his mind on the spur of the moment. “We might endeavor to cross the river before we reach the bridge. By riding boldly along the Lucknow Road we shall place many miles be- tween ourselves and Cawnpore before day breaks.” The raucous, half-drunken accents substantiated Akhab Khan’s story. The unseen speaker was evidently himself a boatman. He was rejoicing in the upheaval that permitted debts to be paid with a bludgeon and money to be made without toil. Mayne caught Frank by the arm. “We are drifting towards the bridge of boats that carries the road to Luck- now across the river,” he said, in the hurried tone of a man who sees a new and paralyzing danger. “There is a drawbridge for river traffic, but how shall we find it, and, in any event, we must be seen.” “Are there many houses on the op- posite bank?” asked Malcolm. “Not many. They are mostly mud hovels. What is in your mind?” stay ? “It would not be for the first time," said Malcolm coldly. “But I could never trust thee again. Yet hast thou chosen wrongly, Akhab Khan. When thy day of reckoning comes, may it be remembered in thy favor that thou didst turn most unwillingly against thy masters!” Akhab Khan raised his right hand in a military salute. Suddenly, his erect form became indistinct, and faded out of sight. The boat was travelling down stream once more. Around her the river lapped lazily, and the solemn quietude of the mist-covered waters was accentuated by the far-off turmoil in the city. The huge sail thrust its yard high above the fog bank, and watchers on the river saw it. Some one hailed in the vernacular, and Chumru replied that they came from Bithoor with hay. Prompted by Malcolm he went on: “How goes the good work, brother?" “Rarely,” came the voice. “I have already requited two bunnniahs to whom I owed money. Gold is to be had for the taking. Leave the bud- gerow at the bridge, friend, and join us.” They did not speak. Their ears were strained as their tumultuous thoughts. At last, some one came, a man, and his firm tread of boot-shod feet betokened a soldier. It was the rebel who had become their scout. “Sahib,” said he, “it is even as I told you. Cawnpore is lost to you.” “And you, Akhab Khan, do you go or “Would you have me draw sword against the men of my own faith?” was the despairing answer. “Is th‘is a true thing that thou say- 9” Khan ?” said Frank We have a full line of home-made very nice thing for the skatersâ€"all "l‘omato Bouillon, Fluid Beef, hot cot‘ go home cold when you can get a. goo on your way. Come to The Big Stock-taking Sale . And Get Your Share of The Bargains We have a large stock of Felt Shoes, all sizes, in men’s, women’s and childrens’, and we are cutting th. prices so low that it will be a surprise to the Whole town and vicinity. 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