Even as Jack spoke, he glanced at Batoor, one of the most dynamic men he knew. The Akhund had turned Batoor into a Ghazi seemingly without any trouble. His calm certainty was unsettling, yet strangely reassuring. Despite the fact the Akhund was an enemy, Jack could not help respecting, even liking, the man.
Batoor tapped the butt of the Enfield rifle that was strapped across his back. "So far, Captain Windrush, the Pashtun have faced your army with outdated weapons. Now Allah has seen fit to supply us with rifles as good as anything the British Army carries. In a short time, General Chamberlain will face thousands of Mujahidin armed with modern rifles."
"Oh?" Jack raised his eyebrows. He hoped he would survive to pass this information on to Chamberlain. In a short time? What does that me
