under the oppression.  The petalas, being cargo boats, were not provided with any accommodation or conveniences for passengers; and Desmond’s thoughts as he lay panting on his mat, haggard from want of sleep, faint from want of food—­for though there was rice on board, and the men ate freely, he had no appetite for that—­reverted to the worst period of his imprisonment in Gheria, and he recalled the sufferings he had endured there.

Here at least he was free.  His journey had so far been unmolested, and he hoped that the happy chance that had favored him at Cossimbazar would not fail him now.

He was in a fever of impatience; yet the men were doing their best.  They passed the mud walls of Cutwa; another stage of the journey was safely completed; but twelve miles lower down there was a post at Path; and with every mile the danger grew.

Desmond talked over the situation with the Babu.  Surendra Nath agreed that by nightfall, if no unforeseen delay occurred, they might hope to be in the neighborhood of Khulna, and arrive there before any messenger carrying news of the escape.

But there was little or no chance of the same good fortune at Hugli.  The prize was so valuable that every effort would certainly be made to stop them.  A whole day or more might pass before the reason of Coja Solomon’s absence was discovered.  But when the discovery was made fast runners would be sent to Khulna and Hugli, and by relays the distance between Cossimbazar and Hugli could be covered in twenty-four hours.  Supposing such a messenger started at nightfall on June fifth, nearly twenty-four hours after Coja Solomon’s disappearance, he might well get to Hugli long before the fugitive boats, even if they were rowed all night without cessation; and the men were already so much fatigued that such continuous exertion could hardly be expected of them.

There was a further danger.  If the news of the capture of Cossimbazar Fort had preceded him, he might be stopped at any of the riverside places without any reference to Coja Solomon’s abduction, pending orders from the Nawab.  Desmond’s anxiety would have been largely increased had he known that Sirajuddaula, before his men had actually marched into the fort, had already started with the bulk of his forces on his fateful march to Calcutta.

Desmond was still in conversation with the Babu when the little flotilla came in sight of Patli.  Its approach was observed.  A boat put off from the ghat, and awaited the arrival of Desmond’s boat in midstream.  As it came alongside an official ordered the men to cease rowing and demanded to know who was the owner of the goods on board and to see the dastaks.  The Babu, to whom Desmond had intrusted the papers, showed them to the man; he scanned them, said that he was satisfied, and rowed back to the ghat.

Evidently he had no suspicions.  During the short colloquy Desmond kept close beside the Armenian, who was well known to the riverside official; but Coja Solomon was thoroughly scared, and had not the presence of mind to do anything more than to acknowledge the customary salaam.