"He"s quite the hero, is Lieutenant Windrush." The news travelled around the British camp at Middle Ravine. "He must be promoted for his actions, or be given some award."
Jack heard the rumours spread, growing in the telling as each exploit of the now famous Lieutenant Windrush was repeated and magnified. After a few repeats, the young officer became a mixture of Hector and Wellington, a paragon of military virtues, a man who only needed to draw his mighty sword to send the Russians running back to St Petersburg.
"Have you heard the shave?" A night"s sleep had restored some of the bounce to Elliot"s voice although there were still dark bags under his eyes and new deep grooves from the corners of his mouth to his nose.
"I heard it," Jack finished oiling his revolver. He knew that most of
