“Any news of the Fenians?” Jack asked.
“Nothing definite,” Buller replied. He had joined Jack on his morning tour of the Malverns’ camp. “But we might need your help to identify Malloy. With our bayonets restoring peace and security to Alexandria, the European population is flooding back, and Malloy can hide among them.”
“I’m a bit busy defeating Arabi,” Jack said, waving at his regiment. “Malloy will have to wait his turn.”
Buller lit two cheroots and passed one to Jack. “Major Baxter can take control of the Malverns, Windrush. He’s a competent officer.”
Jack fought the anger that boiled inside him. “I’m not leaving my men in the middle of a campaign, Buller. I belong with my regiment.”
They stopped beside the regimental hospital tent, where the men with sunstroke and minor complaint
