"Stay with me!" Jack trotted through the camp. A grey-whiskered colonel frowned as he passed without saluting, but at that moment there were more important matters than observing the proprieties.
The camp was busy, with some men on picket duty, a number playing cricket, more playing cards and some cleaning their rifles or sundry pieces of equipment. There were a few pack horses laden with supplies, one unfortunate private marching up and down in full kit as a flint-eyed sergeant bellowed at him, and a few wives washing and darning clothes.
"Lieutenant Windrush!" Charlotte Riley waved to him. "Where is that man of mine?"
"Safe and well, Mrs Riley," Jack panted without reducing the pace. "Do you know where Colonel Maxwell is?"
"In his hut," Charlotte jogged at his side. "You"re in a hurr
