At the bend the river presented a shelving beach, being at least twice as wide at this point during the rainy season as at other periods.  Without hesitation Desmond ran the nose of the boat straight at the beach:  she came to with a violent bump; the men tumbled out waist deep into the water, and with shrill cries of relief scrambled ashore.

No time was lost.  Waiting only to inspect their muskets, Desmond at once began the march, the band being led by the man who knew the country.  Another man, a noted runner, formerly a kasid in the employment of the Nawab of the Deccan, was sent in advance to find Surendra Nath’s house, give him warning of Desmond’s coming, and instruct him to have someone on the lookout for the approach of the enemy, if Diggle were not, indeed, already in possession of the village.  The rest pushed on with all speed.  The storm had cleared the air:  the rain had ceased, and though it was unpleasant walking over the soppy ground, the march was much cooler than it would otherwise have been.

Desmond longed for a hill from which to get a view of the country.  But, as almost everywhere in the valley of the Ganges, it was dead flat.  The party was within a quarter of a mile of the village when the kasid came running back.  He had found the Babu’s house.  From its flat roof a body of horse had been seen in the distance, nearly a coss away.  Desmond at once ordered his men to double, and as they dashed into the village among the wondering people, the kasid pointed out Surendra Nath’s house at the far end—­a small two-storied building, surrounded by a wall and approached through a rickety iron gateway.  It was the first house to which the approaching horsemen would come.

A man in native dress was standing at the gate.  At first Desmond did not recognize him, but as he drew nearer he saw that it was Surendra Nath himself, looking years older—­weak, thin, sunken-eyed, little like the sleek, well-fed Babu Desmond had last seen in Calcutta.

“Are the ladies safe?” asked Desmond, yards ahead of his men.

“Yes, sir, quite safe,” replied Surendra Nath, trembling.

“Thank God for that!  Go in, Babu:  tell them we are here to protect them.”

While speaking he had eagerly scanned the surroundings.  On each side of the sodden track that did duty for a road there was a mango grove.  Desmond directed Toley to take four men to one side, and Bulger four men to the other, and place themselves among the trees.  When the first three files of the horsemen should have passed through, the seamen were to give the word to fire; then, taking advantage of the inevitable confusion, to rush with their men to the house.  Desmond himself meanwhile, with the remaining twelve, set to work to strengthen the defenses.  These proceedings were watched with amazement by the villagers, who, men, women, and children, stood in groups, discussing in shrill tones the movements of these energetic strangers.