Egypt August 1915
It was hot. Selkirk wiped the sweat from his face, sat back on Kimberley, his black stallion, watched his unit form up and shook his head.
"Oh dear God, is that the best you can do? Try again! I have seen one-legged blind spiders ride better than that!"
General Maxwell had kept his word and sent him twenty men, but except for Crosier, they were unknown to him. It seemed as if the regiments at Gallipoli had conferred together to get rid of their most unwanted.
"I"ve seen better, Crosier" he said. He sighed as one man in the rear slipped sideways out of his stirrups, balanced at an acute angle and tumbled to the ground.
"You!" Crosier rode up to the man, "what"s your name?"
"I"m John Wells," the man said and for second Selkirk thought he was going to proffer his hand.
