While part of him was frustrated at the length of time the journey was taking, Andrew also felt his gaze settling on Elaine and hoped for more of her company.
“It will take us at least a week to reach St John’s, sir,” Smith agreed. “Unless we find some help.” He indicated the riflemen and infantry slouched against the wagons. “The men are about out on their feet.”
“Where will we get help?” Andrew asked.
“Dragoon the tribesmen,” Smith replied at once.
“What do you mean?” Andrew guessed the answer.
“Round them up at gunpoint and force them to drag the wagons,” Smith said. “Use them as forced labour.”
Andrew did not have to consider. “No,” he said. “We’ll struggle on.”
“Brigadier Simonds is waiting,” Smith reminded.
“He’ll have to wait,” Andrew said.
“It was just an idea, sir,” Smith
