THE ROAD TO KUMASI JANUARY –FEBRUARY 1874
“Sir,” Ogston whispered. “Something"s not right.”
Jack squinted into the dark. With dawn at least half an hour yet, he could barely see the edge of the forest let alone anybody moving out there. “What"s wrong, Ogston?”"
“I"m not sure, sir,” Ogston said. “I"ve been watching the trees.” He looked away, as if afraid to say more.
Jack sighed. “What"s wrong with the trees?”
“They"re moving, sir,” Ogston said. “They say there are demons in the forest.”
There are worse things than demons out here.
“Could it be the wind?”
“There"s no wind, sir.”
Although Jack focussed his binoculars, he could not make out details in the dark. “I"m going forward, Ogston. Don"t shoot me!”
Feeling very vulnerable, Jack stepped forward, depending on his night vision
