CHAPTER XIV.
THE SOUND OF FIRING.
Jack Everson was hardly less impatient than the doctor over the obstinacy of their lately made friends.

He reminded them that the physician had spent a score of years in that part of the world, with which he was so familiar that his judgment ought to outweigh theirs, but the argument was useless.

They had decided to stick to the boat that had served them so well and could not be dissuaded.

Their plan, as they had intimated, now that they found they could go little further up stream, was to descend to the Ganges, with a view of working their way down to some of the cities, where they hoped to find the English had succeeded in holding out against the mutineers.
Could this be done, and could such a haven be reached, all would be well, but the doctor assured them they were leaning upon a broken reed.
When it became evident that all persuasions were useless the parties separated.

A common peril had brought them near to one another and it was impossible that that they should part except as friends.