“I thought we had lost you, MacDonnell,” Captain Simon Fraser addressed the ensign. “I am glad you brought your men here. Well done.”
Ensign MacDonnell gave a small smile. “Thank you, sir.”
“You men, join your colleagues,” Captain Fraser said.
“No appreciation for the sergeant, then,” MacKim observed.
“Did you expect there to be?” Chisholm shook his head. “Don’t worry about that, Hugh. It will never change. The men get the hard knocks, the officers gain the glory.” He nodded to the left, where a knot of senior officers had gathered together. “There’s Brigadier Wolfe himself, our own Pikestaff.”
Close to, Wolfe was tall and thin, with a weak chin. MacKim grunted. “He doesn’t look like much.”
“Wolfe is a b****y man,” Chisholm warned. “He’ll go for the French throat, that I know.” He po
