followed Amyatt. Ramananda Swami also went about in search of a reliable disciple for sending Shaibalini to Benares. Quite unexpectedly it came to his knowledge that Shaibalini was going after the Englishmen in a separate boat. Ramananda Swami found himself in a ﬁx. Whom was this wretched woman following-Foster or Chandrashekhar? “I am afraid,” thought Ramananda Swami, “I shall have to mix myself up with the affairs of the world for Chandrashekhar's sake.” Having made up his mind he also went the same way.
Ramananda Swami had travelled in various countries all his life on foot, consequently he was an excellent pedestrian. Walking along the bank he soon left Shaibalini behind. As a rule, he never allowed the cravings for food and sleep to get the upperhand of him, for by constant habit he had succeeded in bringing them under control. By degrees he overtook Chandrashekhar. When the latter found him going along the river-bank he went up to him and made his obeisance.
“I have a mind to visit the Pundits at Nadia,” said Ramananda Swami, “hence I have decided to go to Bengal. I think it is hetter I should go with you.” With these words he got into Chandrashekhar’s boat.
When they came across the line of the English flotilla they conducted their own skiff to a hidden recess and went on the shore. They found Shaibalini’s boat also glide up and occupy a similar position. Both of them remained hidden on the shore and began to watch. They saw Protap and Shaibalini swim away and effect their escape. They further saw them take a boat and get off. Then they got into their own boat and began to follow. When Protap and Shaibalini brought their boat to a stand, they also did the same at a little distance. Ramananda