"I have brought my men out to give Meer Jaffier his chance," said Colonel Clive to me in a low tone, "but if he is afraid to move, we are done. It is impossible to order an advance in face of that army."
He walked down the line once again, and counted our casualties. By this time we had lost ten Europeans, and about twice as many Sepoys.
"That is enough," the Colonel exclaimed sharply. "It is useless to expose the men for nothing. Retire into the grove again."
This order was executed, and the enemy, appearing to gather courage from our retreat, advanced their artillery nearer, and quickened their fire. However, their aim continued very bad, most of the shot merely struck the branches of the trees, and the men were ordered to lie down for the sake of greater safety. I was pleased to observe that all, even the Sepoys and Topa.s.ses, displayed the utmost coolness and confidence. Several powder explosions happened about this time in different places in the enemy"s ranks, and this served to increase the contempt of our own men for the Nabob"s forces.
About eleven o"clock Colonel Clive called some of the officers together, and communicated his plans to them.
"It is quite clear that the Nabob is afraid to attack us at close quarters," he said, "or he would have ordered a further advance before this. Still I do not consider we are justified in quitting our shelter for the present, in the absence of any demonstration from Meer Jaffier. It will be better to let the cannonade go on for the rest of the day, and then try a night attack on their camp."
Most of the officers concurred in this opinion. As the Colonel and I were walking back to the lodge he turned to me suddenly, and asked me what I thought.
"Why, sir, to be plain with you, I think the only men we have to regard are those forty Frenchmen in the tank," I answered. "As far as the rest are concerned, I very much doubt if they would stand five minutes against a charge."
The Colonel nodded.
"I shouldn"t be surprised if you were right. But remember, Ford, that those nine hundred men are the only European troops in Bengal, and if I lose even two hundred of them this will be an expensive victory for me. What I want is to hold on till Surajah Dowlah"s own troops desert him, and then I may win everything without loss of life."
I was much impressed by this glimpse into Mr. Clive"s mind, which showed him as something very different from the reckless, hot-headed soldier some of his enemies have called him.
Just at this time a shower of rain fell, and soon after the fire of the enemy sensibly slackened, some of their powder evidently having been spoiled. Towards two o"clock a stranger thing took place, for the firing ceased altogether, and the Moors were perceived yoking their white oxen to the gun-stages again; and immediately after the whole army commenced to fall back slowly and re-enter the camp.
I was standing by myself outside the door of the lodge when this singular movement commenced, and I at once stepped inside to inform Colonel Clive. To my astonishment I found him asleep. The exhausting work of the last few days, followed by the total absence of rest on the previous night, had proved too much for him. He had fallen on to a chair, and dropped asleep unawares.
While I was hesitating whether to awaken him I heard some one approaching without. I went out softly, and found a sergeant of Major Kilpatrick"s company, with a message for the Colonel.
"I will take your message, sergeant," I said, not wishing him to know of Mr. Clive"s slumber.
"Faith, then, sir, it"s just this," said the fellow, who was an Irishman, "that the enemy"s beat, and runnin" away entirely, and Major Kilpathrick"s just after starting to take the tank from those murderin" Frenchies, so as to annoy the Nabob"s retreat."
I turned red at this insolent message, which did not even request Colonel Clive"s permission for the movement. Dismissing the sergeant, I darted in and woke up my commander.
The Colonel was broad awake in an instant. When he heard what had happened he compressed his lips, without making any remark, and ran out of the lodge, and across the ground to where Kilpatrick was leading his company towards the tank.
"Halt!" shouted Colonel Clive, as he approached.
The Major stopped, and looked confused.
"I thought, sir, as every moment was precious----" he began, when Mr.
Clive sharply cut him short.
"I will receive your apologies this evening, sir. At present my orders to you are to return and order up the whole force to support this movement which you have so rashly begun."
He waited till the discomfited officer had retired, and then turning to me, he added with a touch of glee--
"Now, Ford, you and I will take the tank!"
The word was given to double, and we advanced at a run, whereupon the Frenchmen, after one discharge, evacuated their position, and retired upon the camp.
The rest of the English force now marched out from the grove, and advanced in line, pursuing the retreating enemy. But there was one part of the Nabob"s army which did not join in the movement of the rest. A large division of cavalry, one of those which had formed the threatening left wing, drew off from the rest and advanced towards our right rear.
Colonel Clive watched their movements with suspicion.
"Are these fellows trying to take our baggage?" he murmured. "Captain Grant, take three platoons and a field-piece, and see if you can fight off those horse."
The order as given was obeyed, the slight demonstration proved sufficient, and the mysterious division drew away again out of range.
In the meantime our main body advanced steadily, and kept up a brisk fire on the Nabob"s camp with our artillery. On this some of the retiring troops showed a disposition to come out again and renew the attack, encouraged by the example of the Frenchmen, who had got possession of the redoubt in the angle of the rampart, and were plying us well with their guns. Seeing this disposition on the part of the enemy, Colonel Clive ordered some shot to be thrown among their c.u.mbrous artillery trains. This was done with such effect that, numbers of the oxen being killed, the trains were thrown into confusion. At the same time some of the Moorish horse made a few ineffectual offers to charge, but were easily driven off, without ever coming to close quarters.
Whatever cause had prompted the strange retreat of the enemy, it was evident that the same cause was now operating to take all heart out of their defence. The only thing that gave us pause was the att.i.tude of the Frenchmen in the redoubt, whose spirit communicated itself to the troops in their immediate neighbourhood. While things were in this doubtful posture, I happened to glance round to see what had become of the cavalry division repulsed by Captain Grant. To my surprise I saw them retiring slowly in an opposite direction to the Nabob"s camp.
Instantly I grasped the situation.
"Colonel," I whispered hurriedly, "don"t you see that that must be Meer Jaffier"s division!"
Mr. Clive turned and stared for a moment in the direction I pointed in.
"You are right," he responded. "Meer Jaffier, of course! Well, since he has put off his a.s.sistance so long, he shall see how little we needed it!"
A thrill of fresh energy seemed to sweep through him as he began issuing his orders for the final charge. Two columns were told off, one to clear a small eminence to the right, the other to attack the French in their redoubt, while the main body was directed to follow up in a grand attack on the whole camp. By my special request I was allowed to join the column marching against the Frenchmen. We made a dash forward--once, twice, thrice the Frenchmen fired at us as we came on, then we saw them drop their linstocks and run, and in another five minutes it was all over. The entire English force was over the ramparts together, the army which had marched out so gallantly against us that morning was suddenly become a mere herd, a wretched mob of fugitives crushing one another in their eagerness to escape from us, and we picked our way amid the plunder of Surajah Dowlah"s rich pavilion, victors of Pla.s.sy, masters and law-givers of Indostan!
CHAPTER XX
_RETRIBUTION_
Although, judged by the standard of such great battles as the King of Prussia"s, or the famous victories won by Marlborough over the French, this affair of Pla.s.sy may seem to be but a trifling skirmish, yet the country whose fate was decided upon that field, namely the Subahdarship of Bengal, Orissa, and Behar, is equal in magnitude to the whole of King Frederic"s dominions. In fact the blow struck that day resounded throughout the entire East Indies, procuring for the English an authority in every Court of Indostan, and for Mr. Clive the rank of Omrah, with many rich presents, from the Great Mogul himself.
For eight miles we kept up the pursuit of the flying Moors, and only rested from sheer weariness. The next morning Meer Jaffier rode into our camp at Daudpore, ill at ease. But Colonel Clive received him with friendship, and caused him to be saluted as the Nabob of Bengal. From him we learned the particulars of what had taken place on the previous day in Surajah Dowlah"s camp.
The night before the battle the young Nabob had some suspicions that there was treachery going on round him. When the next morning he saw his army halting at a distance from the English lines, and refusing to come to close quarters, his suspicions were confirmed. One of his generals on whom he most relied was slain soon after the artillery combat commenced, and this further terrified him. Without quitting his tent he sent for Meer Jaffier, whose division was posted on the extreme right, and implored him to save the day. He even took off his turban, than which there can be no greater humiliation for an Oriental, and cast it at his uncle"s feet, bidding him defend it. Meer Jaffier left the tent, and at once despatched a message of encouragement to Colonel Clive, which, however, never reached him.
Shortly afterwards the unhappy Surajah Dowlah, vanquished by his own fears, or, it may be, by the stings of his remorseful conscience, mounted a swift camel and fled, and this was the signal for that general movement of retreat which had given us the victory.
After Colonel Clive and the new Nabob had discussed the situation for a short time, it was agreed between them that Meer Jaffier should proceed at once with his force to the capital to check any attempt at rallying on the part of Surajah Dowlah. Colonel Clive, with the English army, was to follow more slowly.
The moment I heard of these arrangements, I asked the Colonel for permission to go forward in advance.
"Why, what do you desire to do?" he asked.
I showed him the written authority I had received from Meer Jaffier, and then, in as few words as possible, told him the story of Rupert and Marian, and of my resolution to deliver or avenge them.
"Go, my boy," he said when I had finished. "I will give you an order in my own name, as well as that you have from the Meer Jaffier; and G.o.d grant you may be in time to save your cousin and your sweetheart from the fury of that young tiger we have driven into his lair."
It was late at night that I came for the last time, riding on an elephant, into the city of Moorshedabad. Through the crowded streets I urged my way, escorted by a handful of Meer Jaffier"s hors.e.m.e.n, and seeing on every hand the tokens of the anarchy which had followed upon the news of Pla.s.sy. The people were abroad, lights gleamed in every direction, men ran hither and thither, and doors stood open with no one to guard the entrance.
As we drew near to the palace of the Nabob the confusion increased.