‘Don’t know what’s got into her this morning—though I’ve a fair idea what got into her last night...’ Billy looked hard at his son. ‘Any ideas, boy?’
‘No, father, but she can be awfully cussed sometimes, you know.’
‘Yes, I do, son...but please be careful.’
***
Tony paused at the back door of the house to buckle his spurs to his polished, brown, riding boots and take his crop from the mahogany stand. As he clicked over the setts towards the tack room, he could hear Colonel Kemp’s excited voice.
‘They came on like bloody French did the Sikhs—mind you, half their officers was ecole trained—and it looked bad until the guns put some canister amongst them. I never expected natives to stand against our sepoys, but I was wrong. Sir Harry used the infantry well, but it took you and the Sixteen
