‘What for?’

’Because the teeming millions of this district don’t exactly approve of you, and think that under your benign rule they are going to have a good time.  It strikes me that you had better make arrangements.  I act, as you know, by your orders.  What do you advise?’

’I—­I take you all to witness that I have not yet assumed charge of the district,’ stammered the Deputy Commissioner, not in the tones of the ‘more English.’

’Ah, I thought so.  Well, as I was saying, Tallantire, your plan is sound.  Carry it out.  Do you want an escort?’

‘No; only a decent horse.  But how about wiring to headquarters?’

’I fancy, from the colour of his cheeks, that your superior officer will send some wonderful telegrams before the night’s over.  Let him do that, and we shall have half the troops of the province coming up to see what’s the trouble.  Well, run along, and take care of yourself—­the Khusru Kheyl jab upwards from below, remember.  Ho!  Mir Khan, give Tallantire Sahib the best of the horses, and tell five men to ride to Jumala with the Deputy Commissioner Sahib Bahadur.  There is a hurry toward.’

There was; and it was not in the least bettered by Debendra Nath De clinging to a policeman’s bridle and demanding the shortest, the very shortest way to Jumala.  Now originality is fatal to the Bengali.  Debendra Nath should have stayed with his brother, who rode steadfastly for Jumala on the railway-line, thanking gods entirely unknown to the most catholic of universities that he had not taken charge of the district, and could still—­happy resource of a fertile race!—­fall sick.

And I grieve to say that when he reached his goal two policemen, not devoid of rude wit, who had been conferring together as they bumped in their saddles, arranged an entertainment for his behoof.  It consisted of first one and then the other entering his room with prodigious details of war, the massing of bloodthirsty and devilish tribes, and the burning of towns.  It was almost as good, said these scamps, as riding with Curbar after evasive Afghans.  Each invention kept the hearer at work for half an hour on telegrams which the sack of Delhi would hardly have justified.  To every power that could move a bayonet or transfer a terrified man, Grish Chunder De appealed telegraphically.  He was alone, his assistants had fled, and in truth he had not taken over charge of the district.  Had the telegrams been despatched many things would have occurred; but since the only signaller in Jumala had gone to bed, and the station-master, after one look at the tremendous pile of paper, discovered that railway regulations forbade the forwarding of imperial messages, policemen Ram Singh and Nihal Singh were fain to turn the stuff into a pillow and slept on it very comfortably.