Crimea September 1854
"You say that there was a renegade Englishman with the Russians?" Colonel Murphy frowned across his desk. Unlike the men, he had set up a tent for himself, with the Colours in their cases behind him.
"He is distinctive sir; he"s tall and wears an eye-patch. Not the sort of fellow you could lose in a crowd."
"You tangled with a renegade Englishman in Burma if I recall, Windrush. It would be a bit of a coincidence if you met another here."
"Yes, sir." Jack hesitated. "He might not be English, sir. He may be a colonial – Australian perhaps."
Murphy pushed himself erect. "I see; thank you Windrush. You brought back three wagons and seventeen horses I hear. I only expected one araba and a pair of horses." He nodded. "That was good work."
"We were lucky sir. If the Ru
