“You do not seem to know that Nana Sahib is dead,” continued the engineer.
“Nana Sahib dead!” cried the native.
“Certainly,” replied Banks, “government announced the fact that he had been killed, with all the details.”
“Killed?” said Kalagani, shaking his head, “where do they say Nana Sahib was killed?”
“At the Pal of TandIt, in the Sautpourra Mountains.”
“And when?”
“Nearly four months ago, on the 25th of last May.”
I noticed a peculiar look flit over Kalagani’s face as he folded his arms and remained silent.
“Have you any reason,” inquired I, “for discrediting the account of Nana Sahib’s death?”
“None, sir; I believe what you tell me.”
In another instant Banks and I were alone, and he exclaimed, “You see what these fellows are! They regard the chief of the rebel sepoys as somet
