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- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Serie: Biff Brewster
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
When sixteen-year-old Biff Brewster arrives in Calcutta to meet his father, he instead receives a mysterious recorded message telling him to go to the New India Bazaar. There, Biff and his friends Chandra and Kamuka are drawn into a dangerous adventure involving a priceless ruby known as the Light of the Lama. As they journey across India, Biff must protect the ruby from a secret cult of stranglers and a gang of international spies who will stop at nothing to steal the gem. Teaming up with a secret agent named Barma Shah, Biff, Chandra and Kamuka face tigers, treacherous bridges, and deadly traps in a suspenseful quest to deliver the ruby and find Biff's missing father. This classic tale from the 1960s brims with exotic locales, colorful characters, and edge-of-your-seat thrills that will keep readers guessing until the very end.
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The Project Gutenberg eBook of Mystery of the Ambush in India
Title: Mystery of the Ambush in India
Author: Andy Adams
Release date: April 22, 2016 [eBook #51830]
Language: English
Produced by Stephen Hutcheson, Dave Morgan and the Online
Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
[Illustration: Ten feet of furred lightning landed squarely on the cage]
A BIFF BREWSTER MYSTERY ADVENTURE
MYSTERY OF THE AMBUSH IN INDIA
[Illustration: Compass]
By ANDY ADAMS
GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS NEW YORK
(c) BY GROSSET & DUNLAP, INC. 1962
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Contents
CHAPTER PAGE I A Mysterious Message 1 II The Boy and the Basket 9 III The Rajah's Ruby 16 IV Biff Vanishes 25 V Danger at Dawn 33 VI The Cry of Death 42 VII The Temple of Kali 49 VIII Chandra Finds a Way 57 IX The Man in the Jeep 65 X The Tiger Hunt 74 XI A Thief in the Night 83 XII A Double Surprise 91 XIII Biff's Mission 99 XIV The Valley of Doom 106 XV The Caravan Halts 114 XVI The Bamboo Bridge 123 XVII The Monster of the Mountains 133 XVIII The Frozen Waterfall 142 XIX The Lost City 151 XX The Master Spy 158 XXI Secret of the Snows 164
MYSTERY OF THE AMBUSH IN INDIA
I A Mysterious Message
It was sunset along the Calcutta waterfront. The reflection of the vivid tropical sky turned the murky water of the Hooghly River into a rippling rainbow. The river was alive with a variety of craft, including native sailboats, side-wheel steamers that plied up and down the Hooghly between Calcutta and the Bay of Bengal, eighty miles south, as well as sturdy tugs, launches, and lighters that served the ocean-going ships moored in midstream along the strand.
Biff Brewster was standing at the bow of a big freighter, the 10,000-ton Northern Star, which only that afternoon had cast anchor in the Port of Calcutta. Biff was a blond-haired youth of sixteen, with broad, square shoulders and blue-gray eyes that were as keen and expressive as his strong, well-formed features. With Biff were two other boys, his companions in previous adventures.
One was Kamuka, a Brazilian boy of Biff's own size and age. They had met at the headwaters of the Amazon, where Biff had accompanied his father, Thomas Brewster, in an adventurous search for a fabulous gold mine. Kamuka, who had spent most of his life on jungle rivers, was keenly interested in the scenes he now was viewing along the Hooghly.
The other boy was slightly younger and smaller of build, but quite as wiry and athletic as his two companions. He was Likake Mahenili, a Hawaiian youth known as "Li" to his friends. Li, a skilled diver, had helped Biff crack the riddle of a vanished sloop when they had teamed in a thrilling sea hunt off the Hawaiian shores.
Now, all three were newly arrived in India, the land of mystery. But there was no mystery as to why and how they happened to be together. That was due to a simple turn of events.
Months ago, Biff's father had gone to India to open long-neglected gold mines in some of the former princely states that had been absorbed by the Indian Republic. It had taken much longer than Mr. Brewster expected—as many of his jobs did—so he had arranged for the family to come by air to India and join him there.
Meanwhile, Biff had invited Kamuka to come from Brazil and spend his vacation in the United States. By a quick switch of plans, Biff and Kamuka had flown to San Francisco just in time to take last-minute passage on the Northern Star, which cost less for both than Biff's trip would have by air.
The freighter had been scheduled to call at Honolulu, so Biff had written ahead to Li, who had not only met the ship there, but had decided to come along on his own. They had broken the monotony of the long voyage with brief stops at ports on the way, but so far, it had been more of a sightseeing tour than an adventure. They still had one more night to spend on shipboard as the Northern Star had reached Calcutta a day ahead of schedule.
"Tomorrow," Biff declared, "Dad will be here to meet us. By now, my mother and the twins should have reached Darjeeling, so he may be bringing them along to visit the gold fields."
"I hope that Mr. Brewster shows us the Kolar Mines at Mysore," declared Li enthusiastically. "They have shafts that go down two miles, the deepest in the world."
"Except for those in South America," put in Kamuka stoutly. "They are the world's deepest. I learned that at technical school in Brasilia."
"And I suppose they taught you that South America has the biggest mountains, too," returned Li. "Just wait until we see Mt. Everest. Those Himalayas will make your Andes look like a lot of ant hills."
"I shall wait until I see them before I judge," said Kamuka complacently. "But since you speak of ant hills, the ones we have in Brazil are bigger than anywhere else."
"You can't win, Li," laughed Biff. "Kamuka has an answer for everything."
"You're telling me?" returned Li, with a grin. "He even answers questions before I ask them."
This good-natured banter had been going on all across the Pacific. In the friendly disputes between Kamuka and Li, Biff had been called upon to act as judge. So now he gestured toward the river, with the comment:
"Let's keep our minds on what we're watching for—the tidal bore coming up the river. I'd say it's due any moment now, the way those boats are getting ready for it."
Tugs and side-wheelers were bracing to buck the incoming tide, while the native boats were hoisting colorful sails and poising in midstream, ready to take off up the river. Biff had his movie camera with him and he began taking color pictures of the scene, including activity along the shore, where tiny craft were hastily shoving off.
"They'll have to clear those piers," Biff commented, "or they may be smashed like eggshells when the bore hits."
The other boys nodded as they scanned the deepening purple of the river. But even their keen eyes failed to detect a motion on the darkened steps of an old pier. There, a slim, furtive figure was crouched close to the water, looking out toward mid-channel.
Carefully, the huddled watcher fingered a watertight packet attached to a thin chain around his neck; then, satisfied that it was safe, he slid his sleek, brown form into the river and began swimming smoothly, swiftly toward the Northern Star. He might have been mistaken for a snout-nosed crocodile from the delta of the Hooghly, or a floating log swirling in the eddies of the changing tide. But no one noticed him, least of all the boys high on the big freighter's bow, for their attention now was fully gripped by what was happening downstream.
Distant whistles blared; their deep-throated signal was relayed by other ships closer by. Tugs added shrill blasts as a great crest of water came rushing upstream, churning the muddy Hooghly into a whitish foam. Tiny boats were tossed like match boxes by the six-foot wave that swept from shore to shore. Launches rocked, tugs jounced, and the sailing craft caught the stiff wind that accompanied the tidal bore, letting its billows carry them along.
While Biff and his companions were watching the wave surge toward them, the sleek, brown swimmer reached the bow of the Northern Star. If the arriving wall of water didn't overwhelm him, it seemed sure to crush him against the side of the big ship. But as it was almost upon him, his quick hands came up and grabbed the freighter's anchor chain. An instant later, he was out of the water and while scrambling upward like a monkey the white foam churned just beneath him.
Clinging there, he waited while the freighter strained at its moorings, because of the sudden lift. Then, satisfied that the chain would not swing him against the ship, he continued his climb, his dripping figure scarcely visible.
On the deck above, the boys had gone to the starboard side, where Biff was taking pictures of the boats that were riding upstream. None of them noticed the head and shoulders that appeared over the port rail. A sleek figure followed, slid behind a row of crates, and worked along to a companionway. There it darted swiftly up the steps to the cabin deck above.
Biff had been following the bore with his camera, until it faded, tiny sailing ships and all, beneath the towering bulk of the Howrah Bridge, which spanned the quarter-mile width of the Hooghly River.
"Well, what did you think of it?" Biff asked.
"We have bigger bores on the Amazon," replied Kamuka nonchalantly. "This was only six feet. Ours are as high as sixteen."
"And the way those sailboats took off was nothing," put in Li. "Not compared with the way we ride the rollers with our surfboards at Waikiki."
"It's nice to hear you fellows agree on something," laughed Biff. As he spoke, a gong sounded from amidships. "And there is something else you both like, the first call to dinner. Wait while I put my camera in the cabin; then I'll join you."
Biff had left the door of his cabin unlocked. When he opened the door, he was conscious of a slight stir within. Biff looked toward the porthole that served as a window. Momentarily, it blacked out, then showed plainly against the dimming sunset, as though a figure had squirmed through. Biff stepped out, closing the door, and called down to Li and Kamuka:
"Take a look over the port side and see if someone is hanging on outside my cabin!"
A figure had been hanging on, but no longer. Pushing off from the side of the ship, it straightened in mid-air and plummeted down the side of the freighter, punching the water with scarcely a splash. By the time Li and Kamuka looked over the rail and Biff was gazing from the porthole of the cabin, the lithe brown swimmer was heading shoreward, unseen on the now darkened surface of the river.
The cabin itself was empty. Of that, Biff felt sure as he turned on the light, until a familiar voice spoke almost at his elbow.
"Listen carefully, Biff," the voice announced. "I have something important to tell you—"
The effect was electric on Biff. "It's Dad's voice!" he exclaimed. By then, the door of the cabin had opened again, and Li and Kamuka were staring in, both bewildered as the voice continued:
"I cannot meet you as I planned, so follow these instructions exactly. Tomorrow morning, at ten o'clock, be at the New India Bazaar in Calcutta—"
At this, Li exclaimed excitedly, "It's Mr. Brewster's voice!" and Kamuka added, "But where is he? I don't see him?" Then, Biff was pointing, showing them the answer. The voice was coming from a tape recorder that was on a table in the corner, and was connected with a lamp socket in the cabin wall.
"And there you will receive another message," Mr. Brewster's voice declared. "Follow it exactly, and you will meet a man we both can trust. He will have more to tell you, so obey his orders to the letter, as if they came from me."
The tape ran on silently from that point. Biff stopped the recorder as Li asked, in a puzzled tone, "Is this a joke, Biff?" Kamuka, his eyes wide, was silently asking the same question, but Biff shook his head.
"Far from it," said Biff. "I never heard this tape before, but it's Dad's voice, as you both know. He has a recorder just like mine; in fact, I brought this one along because Dad told me that if he had a special message, he would put it on tape for me—just as he has!"
With that, Biff strode to the porthole and looked out over the black river, toward the thousands of lights that were now gleaming from the vastness of Calcutta, largest city in India, and the second greatest metropolis of what had once been the British Empire.
"But who brought the message?" queried Li.
"And why?" added Kamuka.
"Those questions," returned Biff, "will be answered tomorrow, at the New India Bazaar!"
II The Boy and the Basket
The last call for dinner interrupted any further comments on the mysterious message. Tonight was a big event, for the chief steward of the Northern Star had gone the limit to please the three youthful passengers on the freighter. The meal consisted of specialties in Brazilian, Hawaiian, and American dishes, with little speeches in between.
But the boys found it difficult to share the spirit of the other passengers and ship's officers, who were doing their best to entertain them on this last evening together. Biff was sure that morning would bring some confirmation of his father's message, while Li and Kamuka were wondering whether or not he had sufficient reason to be that confident.
Early the next morning, the three boys were up and on deck when a mail boat came to the Northern Star. A uniformed Hindu handed a telegram to Captain Peterson, the skipper of the freighter, who passed it on to Biff with the comment:
"This is for you rather than for me."
Li and Kamuka were peering over Biff's shoulders as he read the message aloud:
"NOTIFY BIFF BREWSTER HIS FATHER CANNOT MEET HIM IN CALCUTTA. HE AND FRIENDS ARE TO PICK UP PLANE RESERVATIONS FOR DARJEELING AND JOIN HIS FAMILY THERE."
The message was signed by the New Delhi representative of the Ajax Mining Company, for which Biff's father worked. Captain Peterson told the boys to let him know if they had any trouble finding their plane reservations at the Grand Hotel, where the bus left for the Calcutta Airport at Dum Dum. Biff and his two companions said good-by and packed themselves ashore.
They took a taxicab past the Maidan, the huge park where hundreds of Hindus were asleep on the grassy expanse. Still more were sprawled along the sidewalk of Chowringhi Road, which brought them to the Grand Hotel. There, they found that plane reservations had been made for Darjeeling, but instead of picking them up immediately, Biff inquired the way to the New India Bazaar and found that it was a short rickshaw ride from the hotel.
Soon the boys were riding swiftly through the native quarter of Calcutta, in a two-wheeled, man-hauled carriage that followed narrow streets flanked by rows of old tenement houses and other crude structures filled with the city's teeming population.
At the New India Bazaar, they found rows of small shops surrounding a busy square where shoppers in Hindu attire carefully side-stepped a sacred cow that was sprawled complacently on the sidewalk. Barkers were babbling in Hindustani, trying to attract trade and one youth, attired in shorts and loose white jacket, was drumming up business by beating the ends of a wooden keg, tom-tom style, drawing a crowd along with him.
The Indian boy looked tall because he was thin, even to his smiling face. He eyed Biff and the other boys closely as he passed them, giving the drum a few quick, extra beats as an invitation to come along. Biff turned to his companions and ran his hand through his shock of blond hair.
"Dad must have given his friend a good description of me," Biff told the others, "so I am sure to be spotted soon. The more we circulate, the easier it will be to find me, so we may as well see where this drummer boy is leading us."
They wound up at an open corner where some buildings had been demolished to make way for one of the wide new streets that were being cut through the city's congested areas. Temporarily, at least, it had been turned into an outdoor theater, for a man in baggy white clothes and a huge turban was beckoning the crowd his way as he announced:
"I, Jinnah Jad, greatest jadoo wallah in Bengal. I make jadoo with duck. You see."
By "jadoo" Jinnah Jad meant "magic," and the term "wallah" signified that he performed it. The jadoo wallah filled a small tub with water from a big jar, then placed a miniature imitation duck in the tiny pond thus formed. As Jinnah Jad made mystic passes over the toy duck, it dived into the water, only to come popping up again at his command.
As the boys moved closer with the interested crowd, Jinnah Jad gestured them into a semicircle and announced:
"I show you magic with mango. First I make tent where it can grow—"
As he spoke, he set three sticks in the ground so they formed a tripod about four feet high. He took a cloth from a big heap and wrapped it around the sticks, making a little tepee. He held up a mango seed, about the size of a large pear, then pushed it in through the opening of the tent, as though planting it.
Soon Jinnah Jad pulled away the cloth and showed a little sprout instead of just a seed. He formed the tent again, using a larger cloth. He piped a tune on a hollow gourd that he used as a flute and pulled away the cloth. There, spreading out from the tent, was a small mango tree, with fruit on its branches!
As the crowd buzzed its admiration, Jinnah Jad turned to the slender boy with the drum and said, "Chandra, you bring me rupees, so I make more jadoo." The boy promptly picked up a wooden bowl and started through the crowd, taking up a collection, nudging people with the bowl and gesturing to their pockets whenever they hesitated at contributing a few coins.
Biff, meanwhile, was speaking in a low voice to his companions. "Let's spread out, so you two can watch to see if anyone is watching me," he suggested. "Then no one will know that we are together." To that, Li and Kamuka agreed. As they moved away, they each passed Chandra and added coins to the collection at the Hindu boy's urging. Then Chandra reached Biff and asked politely, "You have rupees, maybe, sahib?"
Biff pulled two rupee notes from his pocket and dropped them in the bowl. Chandra bowed and brushed past, taking the bowl to Jinnah Jad, who picked out the rupee notes and glowered his dissatisfaction at the rest. Two men were passing by, carrying a heavy basket that dangled by its handles from a long pole. Jinnah Jad told them to set down their burden and remove the bundles that it contained. Then:
"This boy is good for nothing," declared Jinnah Jad, indicating Chandra. "So I make him go for good. You watch."
Before Chandra could dart away, Jinnah Jad grabbed him and thrust him into the basket, which was roundish and bulging at the sides. Jinnah Jad threw a cloth over the boy's head and shoulders and suddenly, Chandra's form collapsed beneath it. Triumphantly, Jinnah Jad jumped into the basket and trampled the cloth there.
Chandra had vanished from the basket, and to prove it, Jinnah Jad not only stamped his feet all around, he squatted down in the basket, filling it with his fat form, while he clucked like a happy hen seated on a nest. Then, emerging from the basket, Jinnah Jad snatched up a long sword, shouting, "I show you boy is really gone!" With that, he stabbed the sword through one side of the basket and out the other side.
While the crowd gasped, Jinnah Jad repeated the thrust again and again, one direction, then another. The jadoo wallah had worked himself into a frenzy when the men who owned the basket stopped him and babbled in a native dialect.
"They know the boy is gone," translated Jinnah Jad, for the benefit of the crowd. "They do not want me to spoil their basket." He waved to the basket and told the two bearers, "All right, take it."
Eagerly, the two natives piled their bundles into the basket, thrust the pole through its handles and hoisted it on their shoulders. By then, Jinnah Jad was in the midst of another miracle. He was pouring rice from a bowl into a square teakwood box that had a glass front, while he stated:
"One time, in India, there was great famine, with people everywhere needing rice. So a great yogi in the Himalayas fill a box with rice like this—"
The throng was hushed, for Calcutta itself had suffered from great famines, even in comparatively recent years.
"So by magic, he sent rice everywhere, to everybody!" Jinnah Jad gave the box a flip. Instantly, the rice was gone from behind the glass and he was opening the box wide, showing it to be totally empty. "Yes, to everybody! To you—to you—to you." Jinnah Jad was jabbing his finger from person to person. "So look in your pockets and find it! You, sahib—you, babu—find rice!"
People were bringing fistfuls of rice from their pockets. Biff smiled, thinking these were friends of the jadoo wallah, until he saw total astonishment on faces close by. Those included Li's, for a dozen feet away, the Hawaiian youth was bringing out two handfuls of the tiny grains from each coat pocket. Still skeptical, Biff thrust his hands into his own pockets and brought them out—containing rice!
The deeper he dug, the more he found. Biff was almost ready to accept the jadoo of Jinnah Jad as real indeed, when he brought out something else, a crinkly wad of paper, with more rice inside it. Puzzled, Biff pulled it open and found it to be a penciled note that stated:
Follow men who go with basket. Go alone. Tell no one where you go. Important.
None of the other spectators had found a note like that, for they were simply staring at the rice, while Jinnah Jad moved through the crowd, taking up a new collection in person. Biff looked for the basket bearers and saw them starting slowly away, as if they had waited just long enough for Biff to find the note.
So Biff started after them, working his way through the crowd so that he went past Li. Quickly, Biff muttered:
"Don't look now. Just find Kamuka and wait for me here. I'll be back—soon."
III The Rajah's Ruby
By the time the basket carriers had turned a few corners, Biff was not so sure that he would rejoin his companions as soon as he expected. The lazily moving pair suddenly stepped up their pace and the narrow, poorly paved streets looked so much alike that Biff had no idea where they were leading him.
The streets were flanked by chawls or native houses that were scarcely more than hovels. From the suspicious glances that Biff received, and from the way the buildings encroached upon the narrow alleys, he felt as though a whole sea of humanity was closing in upon him. He realized that he would need a compass to find his way back. There was no telling by the sun, which was out of sight even over the low roofs, although the day was becoming so hot that Biff wished he were back in a rickshaw instead of footing it through these dismal, dirty streets.
Then they reached a better section, where the buildings were higher, with occasional shop fronts. There, the basket bearers slackened pace and turned into a passage beneath an archway that bore the sign:
D. CHAND & BROS.Import—Export Warehouse
Biff followed cautiously and saw the two men cross a little courtyard and continue through another archway well beyond. There they disappeared from view but only long enough to set down the basket, because one of them returned to the inner arch and closed a big metal gate behind him. He then went to rejoin his companion.
By then, Biff was moving into the courtyard himself. He edged over to one side and gained a look through the inner arch. Beyond the closed gate he saw what appeared to be a large storeroom, for there were many crates, boxes, and other bulky objects stacked there. From his angle, Biff could see nothing of the two men, so he moved cautiously toward the inner arch, hoping to get a closer and more direct view.
At that moment, a clang sounded behind him, and Biff turned to see that another gate had closed in the outer arch. A tall man in baggy white clothes had stepped in from the street and was now locking the gate behind him. Biff was trapped in the open space between the archways. He looked quickly for an outlet, and saw one on the other side of the courtyard, in the form of an open doorway.
