ACROSS THE PRAH JANUARY 1874
“We"re moving out, Windrush. We"re reconnoitring a village three miles ahead.”
Jack lifted a hand, acknowledged the order, and rose from his cot. Shouting at his men to wake, he gesturing to them to join him as the Naval Brigade trotted ahead, with A Company of the Rifles jogging in skirmishing order, rifles at the trail.
“Keep up with the Rifles,” Jack said, “study them; they"re the best in the business at this kind of soldiering.”
The Wests nodded, following Jack"s lead. By now, every man in C Company knew that the Ashantis held Mary as a slave. They acted with silent sympathy, obeying orders without question, not knowing that Jack understood and appreciated their support.
The figure in white loomed out of the dark with his arms upraised.
“It"s a priest
