Kerr"s beard seemed bushier than ever as he nodded to Jack. "Take the same lads you had last time, Windrush. You got back in one piece without losing a man. That is unusual out here." He lowered his voice, his Ulster accent seemingly quite at home amidst the brittle tension of the Frontier. "Don"t push your luck, man. I value my Guides, and this place is waiting to explode."
"I"ll look after them," Jack promised. Or they"ll look after me.
Or they"ll look after me.The Guides welcomed him as if he were one of their own. Jack looked over them, from grave Hassan, the volatile, dare-devil Zaman, young musical Fatteh, to handsome Alladad with his kohl-rimmed eyes, they were nearly as familiar to him as the men of the 113th.
"Where are you taking us this time, Windrush sahib?" Ursulla asked.
