“How many men are here?” MacKim looked around the assembly in the half-frozen harbour. “There must be every soldier in King George’s army and half the fleet.”
“We’ve got soldiers in Europe, too,” Cumming sounded proud. “The British Army is stronger than it has ever been, and Fraser’s is part of it.”
Ignoring Cumming, Chisholm smoothed a hand over the stock of his musket. “I’ve heard there are more than twelve thousand men here, MacKim, and over forty ships.” He grunted. “We have thirteen companies in Fraser’s alone.”
“That’s enough to conquer the whole country,” MacKim said.
“I think that’s the idea.” Chisholm thrust his pipe between his lips. “So here we are at Halifax, Nova Scotia, preparing to attack the French in Canada.” He looked at MacKim. “I’ve been a soldier long enough to kno
