The Second G.A. Henty

by G. A. Henty

  “How I should like to have been with you,” she said, when he finished. “At least, I think I should have liked it. I should have been dreadfully in the way, but I could have sat down in the hut and loaded the guns, while you were both fighting. You could have shown me how to do it. How brave of you both to have fought fifty or sixty men!”

  “It was not so very brave,” Surajah said. “We knew we should be killed, if they took us. There is nothing brave in doing your best, when you know that. But it was not so much the fighting as arranging things, and he did all that, and I only carried out his orders. He always seemed to know exactly what was best to be done, and it was entirely his doing, our getting through the fort, and taking to the hut, and making the loopholes, and blocking up the windows; just as it was his doing, entirely, that we killed that tiger. Whatever he says is sure to be right, and when he tells me to do a thing I do it directly, for I trust him entirely, and there is no need for me to think at all. If he had told me to go up to the sultan and shoot him, in the middle of his officers, I should have done it, though they would have cut me in pieces a minute afterwards.”

  “I will go away again, now,” Annie said, getting up. “He told me to keep on walking about, and he would not like it if he were to wake up and find me sitting here.”

  And she got up and strolled away again. By the time she returned, Surajah had lain down to sleep, and Ibrahim was on watch. Annie was, by this time, tired enough to be ready for sleep again, and, wrapping herself in a rug, she lay down at a short distance from the others.

  It was two o’clock when she awoke, and she sprang to her feet as she saw Dick and Surajah standing by the fire, talking.

  “I was going to wake you soon,” Dick said, as she joined them, “for we must have another meal before we start. I hope you feel all the better, after your walk and sleep?”

  “Ever so much better. I scarcely feel stiff at all, and shall be ready to ride, as soon as you like. How do you feel, Dick?”

  “Oh, I am all right, Annie. I was all right before, though I did feel I wanted a sleep badly; and you see I have been having a long one, for I only woke up ten minutes ago. I own, though, that I should like a good wash. I don’t suppose I can look dirty through this stain, but I certainly feel so.”

  “There is a pool,” she said, “a few hundred yards away there, on the right. I found it the second time I went away, and I did enjoy a wash.”

  “I thought you were looking wonderfully tidy,” Dick said, smiling. “Well, I will go there at once. I shall feel a new man, after a bath.”

  “I will come with you,” Surajah said—for he had learned to speak a good deal of English, during his companionship with Dick.

  They returned in half an hour. Ibrahim had warmed up some of the chupatties, over the ashes, and they all thoroughly enjoyed their meal. The horses were saddled, and were taken to the pool for a good drink.

  Then Annie was helped into her saddle, and they started again. They rode at a canter to Anicull, their badges of office securing them from any questioning from the soldiers at the guard houses, when they entered and left the town.

  “I don’t know whether there is any post established at the frontier,” Dick said, as Annie, who had ridden behind with Ibrahim as they passed through the town, took her place again between him and Surajah. “I have no fear that they will be erecting a fort, for after our capturing Bangalore and the hill fortresses, they will know very well that nothing they could build on the flat would be of the slightest use in stopping an army advancing by this line. Still, there may be a guard placed there.

  “How do you think we had better get past, Surajah? We have still got the order to the governors of forts, and it is likely enough that the officer in charge may not be able to read. Very few of those we met before were able to do so. The sight of the sultan’s seal at the bottom was quite enough for them, and I should think it would suffice to pass us here. Still, it would look suspicious, our leaving the the country altogether, and we must give some explanation if they ask us.”

  “I might say that we are charged with a mission to the English commander at Kistnagherry.”

  “That might do, Surajah. The fort is only eight or ten miles on the other side of the frontier, and we might very well be sent on some message. A complaint of some of the villagers, that their rights have not been respected as agreed by the treaty, or that they have been robbed by men from this side of the frontier—there are plenty of things about which Tippoo might be sending a message to Kistnagherry. The worst of it is that Tippoo has not given us a mission, and I do hate your having to say what is not true.”

  Surajah was not so particular, and he replied:

  “Well, he has given us a mission to visit the hill forts, and as Kistnagherry is a hill fort, it is not a very great stretch to include it.”

  Dick laughed.

  “That is ingenious, Surajah. Anyhow, I don’t see any better excuse for crossing the frontier, and so we must make the best of it; but I hope we sha’n’t be asked at all.”

  “I think, if I say we are going to Kistnagherry, and then show Tippoo’s order and seal, that will be sufficient; and the story will be quite true, for we shall go by Kistnagherry, as the road passes close to the fortress.”

  “Yes, that will be quite true, Surajah, and the officers are not likely to ask any further questions.

  “How are you getting on, Annie?”

  “Oh, much better than I did yesterday,” she said. “I would much rather not halt, until we are across the frontier. I am getting accustomed to the motion now, and am not at all afraid of falling off. I dare say I shall be rather stiff, when we halt, but that will not matter, then.”

  The sun was just setting when they arrived at a newly-erected house, round which ten or twelve tents were arranged. An officer came out of the house as they approached. He salaamed on seeing two officials of the Palace, wearing the emblems of the rank of colonels. Surajah returned the usual Moslem salutation.

  “We are going to Kistnagherry,” he said. “Here is the sultan’s order.”

  The officer glanced at the seal, placed it to his forehead, and then stood aside.

  “Will you return tonight, my lord? I ask that I may give orders to the sentries.”

  “No; there is no chance of our being able to be back before morning.”

  He touched his horse, and then trotted on again. Not a word was spoken, until they had gone a few hundred yards, and then Dick checked his horse, and, as Annie came alongside, held out his hand and said:

  “Thank God, Annie, that we have got you safely back onto English territory.”

  CHAPTER 17

  Back at Tripataly

  Annie’s lips moved, as Dick announced that they had crossed the Mysore boundary, but no sound came from them. He saw her eyes close, and she reeled in the saddle.

  “Hold her, Surajah,” Dick exclaimed, “or she will fall.”

  Leaning over, Surajah caught her by the shoulder; and Dick, leaping to the ground, stopped her horse, and, lifting her from the saddle, seated her upon a bank and supported her.

  “Some water, Surajah!” he exclaimed.

  Surajah poured a little water from the skin into the hollow of Dick’s hand, and the latter sprinkled the girl’s face with it.

  “I have not fainted,” she murmured, opening her eyes, “but I turned giddy. I shall be better, directly.”

  “Drink a little wine,” Dick said.

  Surajah poured some into a cup, but with an effort she sat up, and pushed it from her.

  “There is nothing the matter,” she said. “Only, only” and she burst suddenly into a passion of sobbing.

  The spirit that she had shown, so long as there was danger, had deserted her now that the peril had passed, and she was safe.

  Dick looked at her, helplessly. A girl in tears was a creature wholly beyond his experience, and he had no idea what he ought to do in such an emergency. He therefore adopted what was, doubtless, the best course, had he
but known it, of letting her alone. After a time, the violence of her crying abated, and only short sobs broke from her, as she sat with her face hidden in her hands.

  “That is right, Annie,” he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. “It is quite natural for you to cry, after the excitement and fatigue you have gone through. You have been very brave, and have not said a word of complaint today about your fatigue, although you must be desperately tired. Now, try and pull yourself together. It is getting dark already, and we ought to be moving on to Ryacotta, which cannot be much more than a mile away. You shall ride in front of me, when we get there.”

  “I would rather not,” she said, getting up with a painful effort. “I am awfully foolish, and I am so sorry that I broke down, but I felt so delighted that I could not help it. You said we could camp, safely, when we once got across the frontier. Would you mind doing so? For I don’t think I could go much farther.”

  “Certainly we can camp,” Dick said cheerfully. “But we must get a little bit farther from that post we passed. If they were to see a fire, here, they would be sure to suspect something. I see a clump of trees a quarter of a mile on. We can make our camp there, and I would rather do that, myself, than go on to Ryacotta, where our appearance in the Mysore uniform would excite a stir, and we should have no end of questions to answer.

  “But I am sure that you are not fit to walk, even that distance. Now, I will lift you on my saddle, and you can sit sideways. There, I will walk by your side, and you can put your hand to my shoulder to steady yourself. Surajah can lead your horse and his own, and Ibrahim can take mine.”

  In this way they performed the journey to the trees, and then halted. Annie was lifted down, and laid on a rug. Dick insisted on her drinking some wine, and then, covering her with another rug, they left her and lighted a fire, fifty yards away.

  “Look here, Ibrahim, put that whole chicken into the pan, cover it with water, and let it stew. Don’t let it boil fast, but just simmer until it falls all to pieces. Then I will wake her, if she has gone to sleep, and make her drink the broth. It will do her ever so much more good than wine, and she will be all right in the morning, though no doubt she will be desperately stiff again. Still, it has not been a longer ride than she had yesterday. I expect it is the excitement, more than the fatigue, that has upset her. Tomorrow she must ride in front of me, again.”

  An hour and a half later, Dick went across with the cup full of strong broth.

  “Are you asleep, Annie?” he said, when he reached her side.

  “No, I am not asleep. There is so much to think of, and it is such happiness to know that I am free, that I feel quite wide awake. Besides, you know, I have been asleep for hours today, and I slept all night, as I was riding before you.”

  “Then sit up, and drink this hot broth. It will do you good. And after that, I hope you will go off. You won’t be fit for anything, tomorrow, if you don’t have a good night. You will have plenty of time to think, as we ride along.”

  The girl did as she was told.

  “It is very nice,” she said, as she handed the cup back to him. “Oh, Dick, I do hope that we shall find my father and mother. I don’t want to, for some things, but I do for others, and most of all that they may thank you for all your goodness to me, which I shall never be able to do, myself.”

  “Nonsense, child!” he said cheerfully. “I have done what every one would do, if they found a little countrywoman in distress. I should have gone away from Seringapatam anyhow, if I had not met you, and getting you down is a good excuse for me to go back and spend a fortnight with my mother.

  “Now get off to sleep, as quickly as you can. We will see what we can do to make things comfortable for your ride, tomorrow.”

  It was late when Annie awoke. The sun was some distance above the horizon, and she saw her companions occupied with the horses. In a few minutes she joined them.

  “I am ashamed at sleeping so long,” she said.

  “We were glad to find that you did,” Dick replied. “If you went to sleep soon after I brought you the broth, you have had ten hours of it, and ought to feel all the better.”

  “I do,” she said. “I am very stiff, but not so stiff as I was yesterday morning. How you are both altered!”

  “Yes. It would never have done to have gone on in our gay dresses, and Tippoo’s badges. These are the clothes we came up in, and we shall attract no attention whatever. You won’t have to ride far, today. It will be as well for you to keep to your own horse, until we have passed through Ryacotta, which is not much more than half a mile away. After that, you must sit on this pad I have fastened behind my saddle. You can sit sideways, you know, and put your arm around me, just as ladies used to ride in England, a couple of hundred years ago.”

  As soon as they had eaten something they started, and rode at a good pace to the little town. People looked at them somewhat curiously as they passed through the street, wondering that they should have come from Mysore; but as they did not halt, no one asked any questions. The population were, at present, a good deal divided. The great majority by no means regretted their change of masters. Some of the Mohammedans had left, when the place was taken over by the English, and had crossed into Mysore. Others had remained, and hoped that, ere long, Tippoo would drive back the British, and regain his former dominions.

  Before mounting, the rich housings and the silver work on the bridles had been removed, and hidden among the rugs, and there was nothing beyond the excellence of two of the horses, and the direction from which they came, to attract attention.

  When well beyond the town, they halted. The saddlebags were all packed upon Annie’s horse. Dick lifted the girl on to the pad behind his saddle, and then mounted.

  “Now hold tight by me,” he said, “and mind, whenever you are tired, we will halt for an hour’s rest. We will not go more than twenty miles today, and then it will only be as much more down to Tripataly, tomorrow. We will walk for a bit, until you get quite accustomed to your seat.”

  After a while, the horses broke into a gentle canter. For a time, Annie felt very doubtful as to whether she could retain her seat, and so held tight with one arm to Dick, while with the other hand she kept a firm hold of the crupper. Presently, however, she was able to release her hold of the latter, and it was not long before she was able, honestly, to assure Dick that she felt quite comfortable, and had no fear of falling off.

  In two hours they passed near the hill on which stood the fortress of Kistnagherry, which had successfully resisted the attack of the English, but above which now flew the British flag. Skirting round the foot, they came, in the course of an hour and a half’s ride, on to the direct road which they had left at Anicull, in order to avoid passing through the town of Oussoor. Here they came upon a large village, and Dick found no difficulty in hiring a light native cart to take Annie, who was, as he felt by the relaxation of her hold, unable to proceed farther on horseback, or continue straight through to Tripataly.

  A thick layer of straw was placed at the bottom of the cart, a couple of rugs spread over it, and on this Annie was enabled to lie down at her ease. The horses were fed and watered, and had an hour’s rest, and then they started for the last twenty miles of their journey.

  Annie had, while the horses were resting, a chat with a native woman, and had gone into her house with her. When they were ready for the start, she returned, dressed in the costume she had worn in the Palace. It had originally been intended to get rid of the clothes, after starting, but Annie had asked for them to be taken on.

  “I can change again, before I get to Tripataly,” she said. “I should not like to appear before your mother, for the first time, dressed as a boy.”

  And Dick had at once fallen in with her wishes.

  The turban was gone, and her head was covered in the fashion of native women, with a long cotton cloth of a deep red colour.

  Where the road was good, the cart proceeded at a fair pace, but in the pass down the ghauts they could g
o only at a walk, and the sun had set before they reached Tripataly. Dick, seeing that Annie was growing very nervous, as they neared their destination, had ridden all the way by the side of the cart, chatting cheerfully with her.

  “Why, Annie,” he said, “you look as solemn as if you were just going into slavery, instead of having escaped from it.”

  “It is not that I feel solemn, Dick. It is that everything is so new and strange. Of course, after your saving my life, I have never felt that you were a stranger, and as long as there were only you and Surajah, I did not mind, and I have felt quite at home with you. But now that I am going to a new place, where I don’t know anyone, I can’t help feeling desolate.”

  “You will feel quite as much at home with them, in twenty-four hours, as you have done with me, Annie. You are tired now, and quite worn out with your journey, and so you take a gloomy view of things. I will guarantee that, before I go away again, you will be good friends with everyone, and will wonder how you could have thought it to be anything dreadful to come among them.”

  When they got within a mile of Tripataly, Dick said:

  “Now I will ride on ahead, Annie, and prepare my mother for your coming. It will be pleasant to have no questions or explanations when you arrive, and I am sure she will carry you straight off to bed, and keep you there, until you have quite got over the effects of your journey.”

  He did not wait to hear Annie’s faint protest against his leaving her, but telling Surajah to take his place beside the cart, and to keep talking to the girl, he galloped on ahead. He sprang from his horse in the courtyard, threw the reins to a servant, and ran in. The party had just sat down to their evening meal, and as he entered he was greeted by exclamations of astonishment and welcome.

  His mother had received two letters, sent through Pertaub by traders going down from Seringapatam. In these he had told her, first, of his arrival and of the adventure with the tiger, and of his obtaining the post in the Palace; and in the second of the non-success that had attended his visits to the hill forts. He had told her that he should probably leave Seringapatam shortly, and continue the search, but that she must not anticipate any result, for a long time.