The runner arrived at Jack"s side. "The general wants you, Captain Windrush." He was gone before Jack could reply.
Leaving his position behind the 1st Punjabi"s ranks, Jack strode to the mound on which General Chamberlain stood. "You sent for me, sir?"
Ignoring the odd bullet that whistled past, Chamberlain scanned the entire perimeter before he replied. "Since we moved our camp to the south side of the pass two days ago, the tribesmen have attacked with even greater ferocity, but our men will hold them."
"Yes, sir," Jack agreed. From Chamberlain"s knoll, he could see the ebb and flow of battle, with long clouds of grey-white smoke where the defenders were firing volleys in response to the massed charges of the Bunerwals and their Mujahidin allies.
"We expect reinforcements any day; th
