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“They’re not probing this time.” Baxter peered over the defences from the top of the tower. “Osman Zubeir has mustered his full force.”
“He has reinforcements,” Jack replied. “One of General Hook’s spies informed me that Abd-el-Rahman, Wad-el-Najumi was on his way.”
Baxter looked blank. “Who is he, sir?”
“Najumi is the man who defeated Hicks and commands the siege of Khartoum,” Jack said. “Perhaps the best of the Mahdi’s generals.”
Baxter grunted. “He’s never met the Royal Malverns yet.”
“You’re right,” Jack agreed. “And the only Egyptians he’s fought were ill-trained and lacked spi
