Jack knew he could not afford to purchase promotion. "Perhaps I have reached my ceiling, Colonel."
Probyn frowned. "Perhaps the Bunerwals will welcome us with open arms and psalms of praise, but I doubt that, too, Windrush. Come on." Kicking in his heels, he inspected his men and took up a position at the head of the reconnaissance force.
With Probyn"s green-turbaned 1st Sikh Irregular Cavalry, known as Probyn"s Horse, riding loosely around the column, Colonel Taylor led them down the pass and into the Chamla Valley. Jack kept one hand near the hilt of his revolver as he saw the Bunerwals watching from behind rocks, or occasionally standing in the open, not responding to any greetings from Taylor"s men.
"They"re just watching us," Probyn said, "as if they are waiting for something to ha
