The attack came an hour before dawn when the guards were tired and waited for their relief. There was little warning. One minute the sentries were staring into the darkness and the next the enemy was before them.
"Careful, lads!" Logan shouted. "The bloody pandies are here!" He fired once and then backed off, bayonet busy.
"What"s happening?" Jack ran toward the sudden noise, revolver in hand. A black mass of men emerged along the British front, screaming their war cry and swinging tulwars.
"Meet them!" Elliot led the counter-attack, firing his revolver as he ran, dropping it and drawing his sword. "Cry Havelock!"
"O"Neill!" Jack shouted. "Take them in the flank!" He slashed with his sword, feeling the blade slice through human flesh and bone, saw a screaming face before him, fired the
