"The dead Wazir's sword," said d.i.c.k.

"Yes," said the captain; "the Rajah's present. I know it well. But for this stroke of fate it would have been reddened with his master's blood."

"Take it," said d.i.c.k.

"No, no," replied the officer. "You won it on the field of battle, and it is yours."

He drew back with a smile, and once more the weapon was conveyed to the wagon.

In a very short time the captain's messengers came galloping back at the head of fifty hors.e.m.e.n, who charged down nearly to the guns, and were halted almost as well as a troop of ordinary cavalry, and then sat up in line, smiling and proud of the hearty cheer with which they were received.

It was directly after that their captain asked for a couple of artillery-men to guide his people to where the Wazir fell.

"Yes," said Hulton after a few words with his brother-officers; "but I have a word to say, sir. Your men have been drilled by English officers, and they must behave in war like Englishmen. We cannot stand by and see such a barbarous deed done as you propose. The Wazir was an enemy, but he was a great man and a brave soldier after all. I will send a gun-carriage and its team. Let the Wazir's body be brought back into the town with all respect."

The captain bowed and rode off without a word.

CHAPTER FORTY TWO.

A CONFESSION.

It was drawing near to sundown when the head of the retiring troops filed on to the bridge and crossed the orange-tinted, flashing river.

Swift messengers had preceded them at a gallop, bearing their captain's message to his master, the Rajah--the news of the safety of the artillery troop and the Wazir's defeat and death.

Consequently the bridge and streets were lined with troops and people, through whom the English and their glittering escort rode, the gun-carriage, with its dead burden, and its guard of artillery-men with drawn sabres, riveting every eye.

They were received in utter silence, not a murmur rising. Only the sound of trampling horse and rumbling gun and wagon wheels was heard.

The long line filed on right away to the front of the Rajah's palace, where the young prince stood waiting, surrounded by his people; and when the gun-carriage with its ghastly burden was drawn up at the foot of the steps, the Rajah came slowly down and stood gazing for a few minutes at his great enemy's face, before turning and bowing coldly to the English officers, who had dismounted.

"Gentlemen," he said, "it was not my will that you were attacked. I am glad that you are safe."

"And we are glad, sir," said Hulton, "that we can show you how high the honour of the English stands."

The Rajah gave him a stern look.

"Mr Darrell," continued Hulton, "you have something to give back to his highness."

d.i.c.k stepped eagerly forward to place the silken bag, bursting with jewels, in the Rajah's hands.

"Hah!" he exclaimed excitedly. "For the Ranee's sake I am glad you have brought them back. But it was a vile thing for an English _gentleman_ to do," he added scornfully.

d.i.c.k smiled in his face.

"Hear all first, sir," he said; and in a few words he told him Sergeant Stubbs's tale.

The Rajah's eyes flashed with eagerness.

"Yes--yes," he cried; "I know the priest is missing. Send--send at once. No, no; we must go and see."

He waited for no elephant, but mounted the first horse that was offered, and rode with the officers and a large escort to the temple gates, from whence the chief Brahmin was about to set forth with the whole of his followers to meet the body of his dead friend, the Wazir.

The coming of the Rajah checked all this, he fiercely ordered the Brahmins to be watched.

"Where is this missing priest?" he said to the old man sternly.

"Thy servant does not know," said the old man, beginning to tremble.

"Where did you send him yesterday, when the English officer was charged with theft?"

The old Brahmin's jaw dropped, and he sank upon his knees and raised his hands for mercy.

"Bring him up," said the Rajah; and a few minutes later the whole party was standing at the back of the great idol, where one of the stones was drawn aside, and a couple of the guard entered the cell-like place, to lift out the half-demented prisoner, who crouched upon the floor.

In a few minutes he began to recover and gaze wildly round, till his eyes fell upon his kneeling superior, and he cried piteously:

"I did all you told me. I fetched the bag, and was hiding it here, but I was seized, and the jewels taken away. It has been horrible-- horrible," he groaned; "worse than death."

"Stop!" cried the Rajah, speaking with fierce energy. "Brahmin or no Brahmin, I'll have the truth or you die. Was this a plot to hide those jewels and charge the English officer with stealing?"

"Yes, yes," cried the shivering creature, who had been rescued from so terrible a death; "but I did what I was told. It was he--it was he."

He pointed at the kneeling Brahmin. "Is this true?" said the Rajah.

The old man murmured "Yes," as he bowed his forehead upon the stones.

Then rising, he cried with wild energy, "Spare my life, O Rajah; it was the Wazir."

"Ah! and that poison?" cried the prince. The old man's head dropped again. "Was it the Wazir who prepared that draught?"

"It was at their orders I--I--"

"At whose orders?" cried the Rajah.

"Those of the Wazir and the Ra--"

"Silence!" cried the Rajah, catching the old man by the throat. "A word more, and, Brahmin though you are, you die."

CHAPTER FORTY THREE.

PALMAM QUI--

That night the weary troop took up their quarters again in the old building. The next day the Rajah came in state to ask them to return to the new building, and it was in the officers' room that he spoke out frankly:

"Do not forsake me now," he said, "because I was weak enough to believe all I did. I was always your friend, but you cannot understand the bitter fight I had against the Ranee, the mother I loved, and her friends and supporters. Think a minute," he said; "I wanted to raise up my country and rule it as I knew the English did. I wanted to throw aside the vile old superst.i.tions and oppression of the past, and immediately fully half of my people, headed by my mother, my dead father's old generals and counsellors, and the whole of our priests, rose against me. It would have taken a stronger man than I am to fight that fight."

"Yes," said Hulton, "we know you have had a struggle, but--"