The native states, then, while forbidden to contract alliances with one another or the world outside, and obliged by the letter of written treaties to observe certain fundamental laws imposed on them by the Anglo-Indian Government, were left at liberty to govern themselves.  And it was largely the fact that they could and did keep secret what was going on within their borders that enabled the so-called Sepoy Rebellion to get such a smouldering foothold before it burst into a blaze.  The sepoys were the tools of the men behind the movement; and the men behind were priests and others who were feeling nothing but their own ambition.

No man knows even now how long the fire rebellion had been burning underground before showed through the surface; but it is quite obvious that, in spite of the heroism shown by British and loyal native alike when the crash did come, the rebels must have won—­and have won easily sheer weight of numbers—­had they only used the amazing system solely for the broad, comprehensive purpose for which it was devised.

But the sense of power that its ramifications and extent gave birth to also whetted the desires individuals.  Each man of any influence at all began to scheme to use the system for the furtherance of his individual ambition.  Instead of bending all their energy and craft to the one great object of hurling an unloved conqueror back whence he came, each reigning prince strove to scheme himself head and shoulders above the rest; and each man who wanted to be prince began to plot harder than ever to be one.

So in Howrah the Maharajah’s brother, Jaimihr, with a large following and organization of his own, began to use the secret system of which he by right formed an integral part and to set wheels working within the wheels which in course of time should spew him up on the ledge which his brother now occupied.  Long before the rebellion was ready he had all his preparations made and waited only for the general conflagration to strike for his own hand.  And was so certain of success that he dared make plans as well for Rosemary McClean’s fate.

There is a blindness, too, quite unexplainable that comes over whole nations sometimes.  It is almost like a plague in its mysterious arrival and departure.  As before the French Revolution there were almost none of the ruling classes who could read the writing on the wall, so it was in India in the spring of ’57.  Men saw the signs and could not read their meaning.  As in France, so in India, there were a few who understood, but they were scoffed at; the rest—­the vast majority who held the reins of power—­were blind.

Rosemary McClean discovered that her pony had gone lame, and was angry with the groom.  The groom ran away, and she put that down to native senselessness.  Duncan McClean sent one after another of the little native children to find him a man who would take a letter to Mount Abu.  The children went and did not come back again, and he put that down to the devil, who would seem to have reclaimed them.