"
Then the boats pushed off and started on their way down the stream.
The distance by water to Cawnpore was over forty miles. It was
already eleven o'clock, and slow progress only could be made with
the heavy boats, but it was thought that they would be able to
pass the town before daylight began to break next morning, and they
therefore pushed on as rapidly as they could, the boatmen being
encouraged to use their utmost efforts by the promise of a large
reward upon their arrival at Allahabad.
There was but little talk in the boats. Now that the strain was
over, all felt its effects severely. The Doctor attended to his
patients; Isobel sat by the side of her uncle, giving him some broth
that they had brought with them, from time to time, or moistening
his lips with weak brandy and water. He spoke only occasionally.
"I don't much think I shall get down to Allahabad, Isobel," he said.
"If I don't, go down to Calcutta, and go straight to Jamieson and
Son; they are my agents, and they will supply you with money to
take you home; they have a copy of my will; my agents in London
have another copy. I had two made in case of accident."
"Oh, uncle, you will get better now you are out of that terrible
place."
"I am afraid it is too late, my dear, though I should like to
live for your sake. But I think I see happiness before you, if you
choose to take it; he is a noble fellow, Isobel, in spite of that
unfortunate weakness.
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