"He just refused to move," Jack said. "You know there is often trouble in the poorer quarters of Gondabad, as there is in any town. Good God, man, there are riots in Worcester and London and Birmingham every other weekend when the drink is in them. It"s normal."
"So I"ve heard." Elliot rested his feet on a stool as he sipped at a glass of sherry.
"I"m not concerned about the stone throwing and shouting," Jack said, "but this fellow simply refused to move. I had my sword out, we had fired a warning volley, and we were advancing with a dozen bayonets – and he stood there haranguing us as if he had every right to do so."
"Blasted cheek of the man," Elliot agreed.
"More nerve than cheek," Jack said. "I"ve never seen the like. There was a Pathan as well. He stepped aside and drew a finger a
