Jack breathed in the crisp air of the early morning and listened to sweet bird-call and the rush of the Niagara River. Behind and beside him, General Sweeny"s Fenians were busy preparing to cross once more into Canadian territory.
“O"Mahony told me how enthusiastic you were in his raid on New Brunswick,” Sweeny said. “I admit that I distrusted you when we first met.”
“That"s not surprising,” Jack said, “considering my background.”
“You led a raid into Canada and took part in two more,” Sweeny said. “That"s more than anybody else, I think, and you were ready to take on the Royal Navy with only a revolver.”
“I got a bit carried away,” Jack admitted.
Sweeny nodded. “The smell of powder smoke can do that.”
Jack nodded. “I did not participate in the second raid. I was trying to moderate a
