Chapter Nine
– Two weeks later
Captain Philip Adams rode into the camp on his coal black charger, leading two spare horse behind him and, as the leader of his escort of Razak’s warriors signalled him to dismount, stared coldly around at the camp.
“Where are the English ladies I have come to ransom?” he asked stiffly. “It would be unwise of you to try my patience further.”
The warrior jumped down from his horse and sneered up at the tall, black haired soldier. “Your white women are safe enough,” he replied. “If you have the money, that is. My Prince is a man of his word. Come, I will take you to him.”
Captain Adams slid to the ground and followed the grinning warrior to a large tent, gripping the valise of rupees and ignoring the band of heavily armed cutthroats who surrounded him, fin
