The breeze dropped. There was a slight clink from the direction of Maxwell"s men and a muttered curse. One of the Cossacks shifted slightly. They pushed forward their rifles, aiming at the approaching British soldiers.
"I still can"t see Anderson," Jack swivelled his telescope, searching into crevices and hollows behind rocks, scanning the shadows, feeling his frustration mount. If Anderson was not here, then this entire operation was a waste of time. A bird rose from cover, the fluttering of feathers loud. It flew toward the west, fading to a speck in the distance.
"They"re coming close," O"Neill sounded anxious. "Unless we attack now sir, the Cossacks will shoot some of our lads."
Maxwell marched at the head of his men, tall and upright, conspicuous in his colonel"s uniform.
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