Without thinking, Jack began to unfasten the panniers. The buckles were stiff, the leather iron-hard and he struggled, trying to ignore the bullets that struck the camel and raised angry fountains of dust on either side of him.
"Run, Jack!"
Elliot was shouting again, with others joining in.
"Sir! We"ll cover you!"
A bullet thudded into the pannier beside Jack"s hand, numbing his fingers with the impact and ringing on the metal inside.
"Jack!" That was Mary"s voice. Thank God, she"s still alive. "Run, you i***t!"
Thank God, she"s still aliveJack looked up, suddenly realising that Mary was correct. He was acting like a complete fool offering himself as a target for every pandy and rebel gun in the jungle. And all for what? A few basket-loads of treasure that the Rajah had rejected, and
