Selkirk glanced over his shoulder. The German delegate lay in a crumpled heap on the ground with Hefferman standing at his side, pointing a pistol. Selkirk was not sure if a Turkish or British bullet had hit the German. Damn! We wanted him alive.
Damn! We wanted him alive."Come on, Rourke," Selkirk pushed him onwards as Hefferman fired again.
"Here we are sir," Rourke shouted. Crosier had halted the Reivers at an angle of the wall and was organising them into two groups. Behind them, the Turks moved cautiously along behind the parapet, but the density of the buildings had halted any pursuit at ground level.
"Down there," Selkirk pointed. They were a hundred yards from the Jaffa Gate, and the ladders in position as he ordered. Two of them balanced against the inner wall, with Black and t
