Chapter 30 Chapter Fourteen Captain Ord's Fiftieth Tiger

Colonel Morrow and his friends and fellows need not worry any more, whether it is the "Headman" or the Indian soldiers who share his fate, or the Dakwas who have formed a dangerous gang in the Bendelkhand area , there is nothing to be afraid of. Hearing the explosion, many British soldiers from the Jubilel Pol post had come out.The remaining minions of Nana Saib, finding their leader gone, quickly fled. Colonel Moreau explained his identity.Half an hour later the group was ushered into the station, where they lacked plentiful supplies, especially food, which was much needed. Mrs. Moreau was accommodated in a comfortable mansion.Mr. Edward Moreau hoped to give this life who only lived a physical life a sense of soul there. Otherwise, Mrs. Moreau who had not regained her sanity would always be dead to him.

To tell the truth, my friends were unwilling to be disappointed with Mrs. Moreau's recovery in the future.Everyone looked forward with confidence to this miracle, the only miracle that could completely improve the life of the colonel. It was agreed that we would leave for Mumbai the next day.The next day's first train will pick up all the passengers of the "steam house" and return them to the capital of West India.This time, it will be an ordinary locomotive pulling them at full speed, no longer the unrelenting "steel behemoth"-now it is only a pile of debris. However, whether it is its fanatical admirer Captain Ord, or its dexterous maker Bonkers, or any member of the expedition team, they will never forget this "loyal animal" who endowed him It's real life. The roar of the "Iron Behemoth" blowing up will be echoed in their memory for a long time.

Therefore, before leaving Jubilee Poor, it is very natural that Bonkers, Captain Ord, Mokley, Fox, Gumi and others all want to go to the explosion site to have a look. There was apparently nothing to fear from the Daquas.But for the sake of prudence, when the engineer and his companions reached the mountain post, a group of soldiers was sent to protect them, and a group of people reached the entrance of the mountain pass at nearly eleven o'clock. They first saw five or six mutilated corpses lying on the ground.These are the Indian soldiers who rushed to the "Iron Behemoth" to rescue Nana Saib.

But that's all.There is no trace of the rest.The remnants of Nana Saib certainly did not return to the now-exposed lair of Ripoll, but were scattered in the Narbuda Valley. As for the "Iron Behemoth", it was completely destroyed by the explosion of the boiler.A big foot flew far away.A section of the trunk hit the hillside and went in, protruding like a strong arm.There were warped iron sheets, nuts and bolts, grates, cylinder fragments, and drive rod hinges all over the place.Since the closed valve could no longer allow the flow of air, the vapor pressure at the moment of the explosion must have been frighteningly high, perhaps exceeding 20 atmospheres.

Now, the "artificial elephant" so proud of the former "steam house" visitors, the "steel behemoth" that aroused such fanatical adoration in India, the mechanical masterpiece of Bonkers engineers, the grotesque maharaja of Bhutan The fulfilled dream—only an indecipherable and worthless skeleton remains! "Poor thing!" Captain Ord couldn't help shouting at the corpse of his beloved "Iron Behemoth". "There's another...a stronger one!" Bonkers said. "Probably possible," replied the captain with a sigh, "but that's not it!"

Along with the site inspection, the engineer and his companions also wanted to see if they could find some wreckage of Nana Saib.Even without his recognizable face, the hand missing a finger was enough to identify him.Everyone wanted to get solid evidence that the "Headman" was dead without being mistaken for his brother Barlow Low again. But none of the bloodstained limbs scattered on the ground looked like they belonged to Nana Saib.Have his zealots carried away all his relics?Probably. From this, however, it can be concluded that since there is no evidence that Nana Saib was actually killed, the legend about him will be retold widely.In the hearts of the Indian people, the "headman" who cannot be captured will live forever, and they will regard the former leader of the Indian soldiers as an immortal god.

However, for Bonkers and others, it is impossible for Nana Saib to escape the explosion and survive the disaster. The crowd returned to the station, and Captain Ord picked up a piece of the tusk of the "Iron Behemoth"—a precious fragment, which he wanted to keep as a souvenir. The next day was October 4th. Colonel Moreau and all his companions left Jubilapor in a special car. After driving for twenty-four hours, they arrived at the Kat Mountain in the west—a stretch of three hundred and sixty miles. In the "Andes Mountains" of India, you walk through the dense forests of banyan trees, fig trees, and teak trees, as well as palms, coconut trees, areca palms, pepper trees, sandalwood, and emerald bamboos.In a few more hours the rails brought them to the island of Bombay, which, together with Salset, Erefonda, and other small islands, forms a natural harbor whose southeastern tip is the provincial capital.

Colonel Moreau would not live in the great city where Arabs, Persians, Banyans, Abyssinians, Zoroastrians or Zoroastrians, New Germans, Europeans of all nationalities, and even—so it seemed—Indians. Having diagnosed Mrs. Moreau, the doctors advised her to take her to a country house for recuperation, where the tranquility, supplemented by their daily treatment and the Colonel's attentive attention, should produce salutary results. A month has passed.None of Moreau's friends and servants thought of leaving.The day when young Mrs. Moreau's recovery could be vaguely seen was not far off, and everyone wanted to be there.

They finally expected this ecstasy.Mrs. Moreau gradually came to consciousness.Fascinating minds start thinking again. "The Wandering Flame" was hard to find on her body, and she couldn't even remember it. "Laurence! Lawrence!" Moreau cried, and Mrs. Moreau finally recognized him and threw herself into her husband's arms. A week later, the "steam house" travelers gathered again at their bungalow in Calcutta.You will start a life that is completely different from the luxury house you lived in before.Bonkers was going to spend his leisure time outside of work here, and Captain Ord was going to spend his remaining holidays here.It was in this house that Mark Real and Gummi belonged, and they would never be separated from Colonel Moreau.

Later, Mokley had to leave Calcutta to return to Europe.He was traveling with Captain Ord, whose vacation was over at this time, and the loyal Fox was going with him to the barracks of Madjas. "Good-bye, Captain," Colonel Moreau sent him off. "If it hadn't been for your fiftieth tiger not being killed, I'd be happy to think you'd have no regrets about your trip to North India." "But that tiger was killed too, Colonel." "What? Is the number complete?" "Of course," said Captain Ord, with a dashing gesture. "49 Tigers and... Calagani...isn't he my 50th record?"