Jack had never met a soldier with such a penetrating gaze. Havelock"s eyes were bright and hard and perceptive. Jack knew that General Henry Havelock was in his early sixties and this was his first independent command in a career which spanned Burma, Gwalior, Afghanistan, Persia and the Punjab.
A fighting man, then, Jack thought.
A fighting man, thenHavelock"s North-East accent was hidden behind his curt military sentences while his lack of inches compared to Jack"s nearly six feet tall was immaterial. One look at this man and Jack knew he was as capable as any officer he"d ever met.
"Gondabad fell some weeks ago," Havelock said as he faced Jack across the desk in Allahabad Fort. "Where have you been since?" He listened as Jack recounted his movements, nodded from time to time.
"Tell m
